Repose with two fishfingers up his Nose – Sharing a favourite poem.

The Word of the Day is REPOSE:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/03/16/repose/

And I was reminded of a favourite poem that I heard many years ago. It was contained in a book called Sister Madge’s Book of Nuns by Doug MacLeod which was full of funny poems. This one contains the line: And there he lay in cold repose
With two fish fingers up his nose.

SISTER STEPHANIE AND THE GANG – DOUG MACLEOD

The supermarket proved to be
A trial for Sister Stephanie.
“Oh rats!” she grumbled to herself,
“The birdseed’s on the highest shelf
Unless I gain some extra height
My Charlie won’t get fed tonight.”
The manager who lingered near
Said, “Having trouble, sister dear?
Out shelves are much too high, you say?
Well I see it a different way.
The problem is that you’re much too small!
A tiny speck, a Ping-Pong ball!
A monkey would be bigger than you
And rather better looking too.”


Sister Stephanie left the store
But came back with a mighty roar
The windows smashed, alarm bells range,
The nuns had formed a bikie gang.
The gang was fierce, the gang was mad
The gang was old and leather-clad
With chains and crosses, clubs and spikes
The nuns revved up their superbikes.
Then up and down the lanes they sped
With Sister Stephanie up ahead
“Yippee!” she cried, as piles of tins
Were scattered just like bowling pins.
They crushed the nuts, they blew away
The continental food display,
They squashed the squash, they split the peas,
They toppled all the toiletries.
The manager who’d been so rude
Was knocked into the frozen food
And there he lay in cold repose
With two fish fingers up his nose.


The bikies rumbled home to tea
Except for Sister Stephanie
Who searched the smoking battleground
Until a pack of seed she found.
She paid the manager and smiled,
“I’m sorry that the girls ran wild
But really, you should not poke fun
At poor defenceless nuns, my son.”


Then off she roared upon her Harley
Home to feed her vulture, Charlie.

Multiple Word Prompt Story – The Primary Rubric

This story is a continuation of an earlier one I wrote, see here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/a-multiple-word-prompts-story-a-moment-in-paradise/

 

The Story was inspired by the following prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/25/rubric/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/25/fowc-with-fandango-violation/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/25/your-daily-word-prompt-quintessential-september-25th-2018/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/25/rdp-tuesday-migration/

 

The room was quintessential of its type, grey and grim with large wooden tables and benches along its length.

On the wall of the orphanage refectory were written the tenets of the house.

No Shouting, No stealing, No running, No fighting. The list of No’s went on for a while,

Johnny wondered when they would add ‘No breathing’ to the list.

Of course, there was one Rubric above all others. The golden rule. Always obey the Nuns.

Violation of this rule would lead to the ultimate punishment, being sent to Father O’Shaughnessy for whipping. The whipping itself was not the worst part, it was the look in the Father’s eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of a hungry wolf. Johnny shivered at the memory of his last visit and Father O’Shaughnessy’s clammy hands on his leg.

Johnny did all he could to keep himself and his little brother, Georgie, out of trouble. The last time, it had been Georgie who had written something blasphemous on the blackboard when Sister Mary Francis walked in and he had taken the blame to save Georgie from the Father’s attentions. Instinctively Johnny knew that Georgie would suffer far more than he ever did.

They had been abandoned at the orphanage by their Mother after their great migration to Australia. Mother had been offered a job in a large house on an estate in the countryside to the north of Sydney but Children hadn’t been part of the deal. Mother had said she would come back for them, but that had been two years ago now.

Johnny had given up hope.

All he wanted to do now was survive and make sure Georgie did too.

Survival was everything.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/September/2018

A multiple word prompts story – A Moment In Paradise

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/loath/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/07/fowc-with-fandango-setting/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/your-daily-word-prompt-compatible-august-7th-2018/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/rdp-68-play/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/three-things-challenge-07-august-2018/

Today’s things are: orange grove, bee, Jack Frost

 

A Moment In Paradise

“What could be a lovelier setting than a beautiful orange grove?” That’s what my Mother said to me the day we arrived in Downham Springs.

It was her way of consoling me. I was only Nine years old and I still missed England. My brother was only Five and seemed to have coped much better with the journey than I had. Two months on board a boat had not been very pleasant. We were crammed in with lots of other families that had taken the ten pound package. The weather as we sailed round the horn of Africa had been terrible. The crew kept reassuring us that it was perfectly normal but my stomach was having none of it. I realised that Boats and my stomach were just not compatible. The best thing about the journey was all the food that was available. When we’d left England, rationing was still in full swing. My mother thought it was so funny when my Brother and I were introduced to bananas for the first time. She just stood there laughing as we tried to bite through the skin. Then she showed us how to peel them. She said she used to love them before the war. It wasn’t just bananas but also juicy oranges, melons and pineapples. Actually, if it hadn’t been for the rough sea and my poor sea legs it wouldn’t have been a bad journey after all.

I will never forget the day we sailed into Sydney harbour. It was like sailing into paradise.

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