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One random thought

I drew a skeleton but it came out as a cartoon style skeleton, wasn’t my intention, I had hoped for it to look like some serious gothic artwork, but no, it’s comical instead.
Then a few days later I drew a cartoon style hedgehog and the expression on its face is more sinister than my attempt at the gothic skeleton, funnily enough I put both of these into a drawer and forgot about them for several months, then when I was sorting through my drawers I came across the two pictures and put them into the art pile I made, both were cut out and around. I didn’t realise it until I walked away and came back with a drink, that they both, together looked rather comical. The hedgehog was between the legs of the skeleton looking upwards at it, the skeleton looking nervous and the hedgehog sinister, made me think of a silly idea for a short story about a demon hedgehog gynaecologist and this skeleton being its patient – however, this idea is too dumb; I am not going to do it.

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lets hope it’s not too smelly

I am in a carriage

This carriage is wood

Decor of gilded frames

The cushions are soft

Covered in velvet I oft, sit upon their comfort whilst going to Sir James

I’m gilded too, from my collar to my shoes, in jewels I am enamored by their glare

Through town I shall ride, with greatness and pride, whilst the townsfolk stop what they are doing and stare

I hide my grey eyes and with repulsion I gulp, trying not to take in the air

The stench it is rancid my throat burns like acid

The peasantry aren’t pleasantries I swear

All this for a game of croquet, I wish I was elsewhere

But my father had ordered that it’s good for the soul and I’m sure there’s more to it, I know

For Sir James is quite rich and I am sure he might pitch, a marriage proposal so I’ll go

I like Sir James, he is quite amusing though why live here, it is quite confusing

But we’ll see when we’ve entered his big shiny gates, whether or not he has made this mistake

For you never can quite tell, whether or not inside, there’s that smell that will make you cockeyed

For as a country girl I know, that the smells of the doe cannot be noticed within

So let’s sit back and hope very much, that it is the same with him!

 

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