Mother Combs

Joined July 2021

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Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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The Worst Meatloaf
One of my favorite dishes to eat is a meatloaf. I've had it cooked in different ways and like almost all that I tried. Meatloaf with bacon tastes great. Meatloaf with fresh tomatoes? Yummy. Meatloaf with an egg inside? Scrumptious. Pork, beef, turkey, deer, and salmon loaves all taste wonderful.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Feast
Mother Combs' Nursery Rhymes
There once was a little girl Who loved her books In a chair, she would curl Never caring about her looks As she was lost in a fantasy about a pearl
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
My Dear, My Love, My Only One
My Dear, My Love, My Only One, You prod me out of my mind. My Love, My Only One, You put me in such a lust. My Only One,
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Walk of Love
Come with me, my Dear, On a walk to Metro Park Take a hike to Love
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Insomnia Sucks
I lay wide awake, tossing and turning, repeatedly Night after night, it is the same old routine, time and time again Overactive bladder is not the cause
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Hinky Pinky
Hinky Pinky My gal Sal Tinky Eats chocolate by the pound My, is she very round Hinky Pinky She sure can be stinky When she eats bratwurst
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
There Once Was a King Named Ted
There once was a king named Ted Whose crown was quite large and quite red. He wore it all day, Then he wore it all night,
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Book
The smell of paper Covered in an inky script Bound in fine leather
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
I Am Lost
I am lost, drowning In a sea of memories Of things that once was Of things that could have been I am lost, floundering In a maze of feelings
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Red Sunset
When the sun sets in the west A fiery ball of red sank below the horizon Leaving a trail of clouds in its wake Clouds painted in oranges, pink and purple
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Cleaning House
No offense, I hope you understand But I’m cleaning out the house Throwing out all unwanted items It is time for a fresh start in life
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Dear John
August 12, 19- Dear John, It saddens me to write this letter. I have been doing a lot of thinking about our relationship here lately, and I have come to the realization that this relationship is not working for me anymore. I know that this is going to be a shock for you, and I truly am sorry for that.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction

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The Worst Meatloaf

Mother Combs' Nursery Rhymes

My Dear, My Love, My Only One

Walk of Love

Insomnia Sucks

Hinky Pinky

There Once Was a King Named Ted

Book

I Am Lost

Red Sunset

Cleaning House

Dear John

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