In Their Groove

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Hi 😉

From textfixer

I liked thinking of a groovy amphibian! 

It took me back to a friend’s house, where they had a big glass tank for tadpoles on a table outside the backdoor every year.  We would watch the sprouting of legs and the gradual changes, then try not to squash any particularly acrobatic fellows (who’d decided to make a break for freedom on the gravelled path) while we played footie!

It is not the game played in the poem, however…I kind of messed up a bit while writing this,

and had to really scramble to make my deadline, which I can explain better once you’ve read it!


Groovy   Amphibian   Aerial   Blow   Crimson   Boarder   Baseline   Circuitry   Garage

We paused our game

And gathered by the large tank;

Watched the little frogs

Do their groovy amphibian dance.


Her Father was

Half way up a ladder, puffing;

Aerial balanced,

Attempting not to blow it back down.


We turned away,

Left him (crimson) to concentrate.

Skate-boarder hoodies

Acted as our baseline, once more.


Later, the snacks

Were placed out on a scruffy tray;

Us guzzling while

Her father tweaked circuitry things.


The basketball sailed

Narrowly missing the glass,

And, again red-faced,

Her Father growled (the garage beckoning).


Notebook page, in green

Ok, so I wasn’t thinking about the spelling of ‘boarder’ properly, until I went back and started circling the relevant words to make sure that I had included them all.  So I did a quick Google search…

No, a line of flowers and shrubs is spelt differently! Of course it is! Arrrrgh!  What kind of boarder can I fit in, then??  A housemate? Schoolkid? Surfer…?

As you can see in the poem, I picked a skateboarder.  But then I had another problem that slapped me, suddenly.  My fears were confirmed seconds later: there is no ‘baseline’ in football!!!

I frantically (there were just over three minutes left) Googled to see if American football has one: not that I could immediately ascertain.  Hubby was out with the kids, I had no other lifeline.  It would have to be Tennis or Basketball! Skateboard hoodies are not really congruent with Tennis…Basketball it was.

(Thirty four seconds to go, I start to relax…)

ARRRGH! Better change ‘play’ to ‘game’ in the first line, then?!

*Changes word, sweeps eyes over poem again.  Beeper sounds*

Who made up these stupid rules anyway, EH?!

Where would you have followed your ‘groovy amphibian’ to? Stay a while and have a ponder in the comments 😛

[Frog pic is from here.  My friend did not have tree frogs, but this wee guy is so cute!]


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