MONDAY MORNING BLUES..FOR POOR OLD MR KETCHUP...A Story by ROSALINDMr Ketchup hated housework never mind decorating the house it just wasn't his cup of tea..................MONDAY MORNING BLUES..FOR POOR OLD MR KETCHUP...
Monday morning blues, and poor old Mr. Ketchup. had a lot on his mind. The bedroom next door was in a utter mess, and as for his room, that remained to be seen. There were piles of boxes lying in a heap all over the floor. Oh for goodness sake, there wasn't room to move a muscle. Mr. Ketchup gave a loud sigh “O dear, why is life so complicated? I certainly won’t be able to sleep with this lot in my bedroom tonight.” Meanwhile the door bell kept on ringing. “O bother who is that now at the door?” It is Red pepper your cousin. He has very kindly come to help with clearing out in your spare bedroom. Then it will all be ready to decorate.” “I suppose so,” said Mr. Ketchup. “The more hands on deck the better. It will be finished in plenty of time. Red pepper you can make a start on that pile of junk and I will sort out the clothes.” A little while later Haggis and Neaps arrived with some floor cleaner and what was left of the chewed up mop. Haggis shouted “I will make us all a nice cup of tea and Neaps can you look for the chocolate cookies? Oh yummy for my tummy. Didn't you have any breakfast then?” “No,” replied Mr. ketchup. “Why is that?” Haggis asked, with his head turning away from Mr. Ketchup’s face. “I have forgot to do my Monday morning shopping. O Dear, poor old Mr Ketchup. What ever shall become of him? © 2012 ROSALIND |
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Added on May 7, 2012 Last Updated on May 7, 2012 AuthorROSALINDEDINBURGH, lothian , United KingdomAboutHello my name is Rosalind and I first started writing poetry in April of 2011. I am a born again Christian and have a wonderful relationship with father God I would have never imagined for one second.. more..Writing
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