28th November


In a break from my normal Friday blogette… a bit of a spontaneous five minute poem, prompted by that post being unwell, and looking after other unwell ones,  feeling, where the old mojo appears to have gone walk about, and also sparked by a twitter conversation.


My mojo is a bran flake
down the back of the settee.
Soft and kind of wrinkly
and definitely past its best I want to

leave it there,

push it back,

find another more appealing.
But when I reach my hand in,
I find another.
I have two bran flake mojos.

Heavens! What to do?
And how many more are there?
And how come there are two?

I feed one to my dog
and nibble on the other,
making a note on my pink lip post-it…
next time, make it a frostie.

About Abi Burlingham

I write children's books and paint pictures inspired by nature, animals, trees etc, mostly in acrylics. I am a crisp addict.
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8 Responses to 28th November

  1. ha ha! Thank you, glad you like it Julia

  2. kez says:

    see your Mojo was just hiding ! take it with milk !

  3. Emma Pass says:

    Ha ha! Wonderful! Remind me to have a hunt down the back of the sofa next time my mojo goes walkabout (don’t think there’s even a bran flake down there, though – just a few Hound hairs!).

  4. *whispers… I have those too* 😀 Glad you liked!

  5. wendylyth says:

    I am laughing as I type I am laughing. Excellent work Mrs B 10/10

  6. Why thank you kindly. You’ll be pleased to know that I have managed to hold on to my mojo since discovering it. At least the next time it disappears I’ll know where to look for it 😉

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