http://slow.writerscafe.org/whangdibong The original writings of author Wayne Riley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049516 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hecame like Tommy’s CooperWitha pocket in each hand,Jugglingwith his bouldersWhileout humphing ‘cross the land. Ittook about a day a weekNomore and not much less.Hetook his Barry from a hookAndstrapped it to his chest. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1833835/ OnTaddie Clyde the Barnsley broke,Ingumboot made of tin.Wecast the hour that gently strokeAndall who sail within. Throughfaulty eyeballs thick with sleepWewatch the mackerel crow,Andgather up the blunderbussInrain or frozen snow. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1831487/ Twomushrooms made of marmaladeLookedout across an everglade,Onewore a bright red pork-pie hatTheother tossed an acrobat. Nearby,upon a mound of cheeseAWizzle blew a little breeze,Ignawingwhat the Nondle saidAswords flew flying from its head... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1826241/ A Zombie Apocalypse that bites back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1822321/ Lest We Forget http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1543861/ Another Reason Why I Love My Wife… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1464218/ Kevin Pea was abachelor, an unmarried one at that. He didn't own a cat or a dog, or any animalat all, except for a spider that lived in his bathtub. But that didn't reallycount because that wasn't really his.Anyway, let'sjust say Kevin Pea was all alone in this massive expansion of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1459816/ Igazed upon your face, oh LordAndthe fires of hell extinguished their sting and wept for mercy. Iheard your voice call me, oh LordAndthe army of heaven carried me away. Ifelt your love touch me, oh LordAndi knew i was home. Iam thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1457539/ Whatchoice has bittersweet despair,Adying rose,Anempty chair.ShallI then grieve and weep for theeAndtemper broken heart and soulSoI can cherish one more gazeOfhappiness, of summer daysAndbristle with abiding loveOflife cast now in shade and brook.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1453639/ A soulless heartCannot be saved....Even by a sea of hands. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1451797/ Ilook about this merry gloomThoughtless,fat and slim.Rememberingbut half a tuneI'dlost my will to win. 'Giveup thy Eric Idle, son.'Iheard a whisper mutter.Andsitting up inside my headKnewthis was not a stutter. 'Areyou the reeph.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1451743/ A Pie On Words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1449851/ A Pie On Words... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1449849/ Beseechthe wooden hip and eyeTopaddle off and caper.Beseechthe Maxfold cat and styeForlornwith hairy Gator. Bringnot thy chesticle to bear,Thyopen arms to boot.Beseechinghere and everywhereTohear old Amos flute. 'Youcan but not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1448971/ Laughter...The manic depressives greatest toolAre you kidding me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1448450/ Pearl,you are a diamondIguess she always knew it.Aproper little helper,helpingthrough and through it. Shenever gives a cheerioorleaving like a plane.She'salways there to scatter sunshineEvenin the rain. Pearl,you are a diamond.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1445579/ Intiny steps i climbed aloftWithchambermaid and pepper pot.Tosee the Wizzle of the SnadMakeumphle of the ichybad.'Tisoft the beast that burdens both Thehunter and the Gruffalo,Forfrom its jaggy jagged jawsDrooldripping on its mighty pawsAsound of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1444907/ Twaswooden, and my Ivy stickDidclaggy with a cobbled tone.Themoon, in shade rode whimsy highAndwhiffled with a moan. Byhairy dog and camel toeItrundled on and farted,Bygum and skinny teeth I wentUnshavenand wholehearted. HagI no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1442314/ Fromclaggy Bedders and Hornets hump,FromCordell, Laws and Radar.Wetrundle merry like a thumpTosee Fab Adies sock. Inhoodie cloves and clippy breeze;InDisco Dave we pledge.Ichortle like a tuneless wheezeTosee Bad Adie rock! OnKun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1440551/ Pastumphle and some scatter beansPasttickly cough we pass.Agrumble through the chorley woodTobreed a better rash. Pastarsewiffe with a whopper clubPastbramble burt and bibby.Afarple for old fortitudeTosing the Doo-Wah-Diddy! Crave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1439317/ Abullfrog and a butterfly both chanced upon each other.‘Mydear, you are an ugly beast!’ the bullfrog dared to utter.‘Whyfroggy,’ gasped the butterfly, astounded by his words. ‘My beauty is unparallelwhile yours is so absurd!’‘Ha" ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1438618/ Iwhispered lightly as a roseTogrease my oily bagpipe,Andsniffing with her hairy noseAdwarf flew into sight. ‘Pulldown your flabby chopsticks, man.’Sheordered like a waiter,Andlowering my name to StanGoton all fours to cater.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1436013/ ‘Irant until i tattle.’Anold man said to me.Withboulders brass in battleForCountry, Queen and sea. Lestnot aghast a fattie,Goodheavens or abode.Wecannot simper- EVER!Formighty frog or toad. Myclumbus, brood and brattic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1434503/ Sometimes things are not what they appear to be. Take my wife for instance. Earlier today whilst watching Jezza on TV she nudged me gently in the ribs and then put her two thumbs and index fingers together into a sign and then mouthed silently, 'I heart you.' incensed by the interruption and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433959/ I love my wife's little intricacies; the salt in my coffee, the bleach in my bath tub, and, after 20 or so years of happiness together it is no surprise that her sense of humour has rubbed off on me. The other day, while I was indulging her latest whim and destroying the myth also that rubbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433950/ When you've been together for a long time it's easy to take each other for granted and miss those little things about each other that once upon a time you'd think unthinkable. I suppose it's the same in any long term relationship where love makes way for complacency, though not mine, thank g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433948/ My wife says i have no consideration for her in the mornings and that she's sick of me waking up screaming at the top of my lungs. I've tried to explain to her that if she stopped putting lit matches under my finger nails while i was asleep i wouldn't do it. 'You're selfish!' is my wife's q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433945/ Grimethorpe is not usually renowned for its stunning coastal views and beautiful beaches, but anyway, i found one. And the reason why i went to such extraordinary lengths was because of my wife, she has such a terrific beach body that it gives me goose bumps the size of her haemorrhoids ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433944/ My wife has always been very competitive, in fact we still have the egg from the egg and spoon race she came 4th in at infant school. Not the original egg of course but one that looks just like it. And it just so happens that the other day, remembering her athletic youth, she challenged me t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433943/ Anotherreason why i love my wife and it’s not solely for her cooking skills. Oh no,although she does throw a mean lasagne. I should know i have the scars andbroken plate to prove it. Having said that, quietly to myself of course, mywife’s culinary capabilities have taken on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433939/ Elsie Fanwick removed theknitting needle from under each armpit, skewered the ends of each into a largepink ball of wool and placed it neatly onto the table beside her. The splitsecond pause of the ‘knitter’s block’as Elsie called it, when the mind is suddenly free from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433938/ ‘Hey dad,’ saidNigel Mullins, glancing up from his orange squash and peering out through thewindow of the little café at the chaotic scene outside.  ‘I wonder where all those chickens came from?’Eric, Nigel’sfather, along with everyone else tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433936/ Harry crumble raised an eyebrowthoughtfully and stared out through the small kitchenette window of his highrise flat and into the inky black night beyond.  He would have liked to have raised his othereyebrow, too, but that had vanished, kidnapped by a disillusioned pieceprotestor an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433927/ ‘It wor like bein’ struck wilightenin’, white lightenin’ an’all,’ explained Stumpy Reed, raising hiseyebrows in astonishment and blowing his cheeks out at the very thought of whathad happened to him. ‘I’ve ad absences before,’ Stumpy we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433924/ My lifeis not based on a true story, mouthedbig Dan, the world's tallest living dwarf as he savagely hacked the words intoa slice of toast with the tip of his butter knife at the sudden realisation asto what his life was really all about. It isa true story, a story about me, Big Dan.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433921/ Icame across a JumpherAjumphin’ up at me.Itwasn’t very springyAsfar as i could see. Ittried to do someothersault,Impressinglike a tree,Butlanded with a thumping thudAndhurt his only knee. ‘Howcome you like to rav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433901/ I softly went a huntin’To find some softly sheep,I cannot count without themTo lull me back to sleep. ‘Where art thou little fluffy?’I called its nicky name,And taken by the surplusA hundred bleaters came. I’ll never count.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1433872/ I once awoke into a dreamAnd there I saw a sight.Adrift, a draft of DaffodilsBreezed on a hard day's night.Still looking up and at the sky,A Dandelions nest, Shone down like rays of ButtercupsAlighting up my vest.“Hello,” I bellied up to it.And smiling like a wave,Hoped hoping as I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1432259/ If need be Norbert you could nowThe asphyx of my flowers plough-The silence of your boom aswellWould hyde within my tree so well.And in this ill of looking glassAs is assumed to all that pass,I’d reach inside my top and cry,‘Oh Leary, what a thing am I?’ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1432257/ I have a fat and furry friendAll pink and spotty black.I grew him from some Camembert-The smelly little Rat!He is my very Mouse-PigFor that’s his very name, Sometimes I call him Roger Just like his steptwin Shane. I like to give him all I canThough humble poor are we.I gave him .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1432256/ Quite all forlorn sat Wilmot Crabs,His tash all thorny threadbare,‘The older that I grow each day,The less I seem to care.’Said Wilmot Crabs upon a while,‘I have no time for chatter.’Then wandered to a gaping womb And thought upon the matter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1432254/ ‘I luv my little puggy.’I’d often would I say.‘Luvvy luvvy puggy-Forever and a day.’‘I luv him til my armpits-I luv him til my nose,I luv him til my balding hairShould fall between my toes.’ I watch him sit and little beg,Awaggie tail and bark.‘Gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whangdibong/1432253/