Wednesday
By
Terry McLafferty
Wednesday is our day of days…it’s when we
writers meet
Either scribing on an iPad…or just a plain
white sheet
With topics quite eclectic…and pasts diverse
and wide
We pen our thoughts in rapid fire…our minds
are never dried
Take Jo our latest scribe of note…turning
words out by the score
Just when you thought she’d penned
enough…out come volumes more
And Cath…our happy matriarch…so succinct in
quickwrite mode
Her brain still sharp as any…a gift she’s
been bestowed
Now Helene can be relied upon…to keep us on
our toes
But where she gets her ideas from…I guess
only Fifi knows
And Garry now living across the sea…in the
land once called Siam
Enjoying Thai cooked delicacies…except the great
Tim Tam
Our Melissa hails from Phoenix…that’s a
long long way away
Her lyrics flow like liquid gold…just like
a verbal ballet
Of course Scotty can’t be overlooked…he
invented Charlie Wu
A copper borrowed from China way…where the
pandas eat bamboo
Leonie is our quiet one… but oh so very
clever
Her writings deep and meaningful…a lifetime
long endeavor
David R our bard of rhyme…ideas thought
while near the brine
Inspired words and phrases…in his poems…all
combine
Geoffrey keeps us thinking…penning thoughts
of a political bent
His writings well considered…no excess verbiage
in his vent
Wendy is our comic scribe…only tall when on
the stairs
With quick fire wit and cleverness…she’s
our local Pammy Ayres
Elizabeth comes from Orange town…once a
farmer and a flier
Now living in our coastal town…she could be
a pen for hire
Trish is our worldly lady…telling tales of London
Town
With a cheeky sense of humour…she’s fun to
have around
Lynn, I knew from years ago…she writes like
a writer should
But if the muse abandons…her paintings are very
good
Margaret’s been here just a while…The
Watermelon Farmer’s Daughter
Away from the country she’s long known…now
living by the water
Robyn, Robyn, good old mate…been here a quite
long time
Calls a spade a shovel…but her words are
quite sublime
Now Trevor's just a newbie...and while computers have been his thing
He's now enjoying wordsmithing...making those letters sing
I guess that leaves yours truly…but I won’t
beat my chest
‘Cause this group of budding writers…are
the friends I call my best.