OLD MOTHER STANDRIDGE

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Old Mother Standridge went to the ‘frig

To get her addiction a treat

And when she got there, the ‘frig was not bare

So way too much she did eat!

Oodles of noodles

Cheese, cookies, and cake

…Nothing left but dog’s Skoodles —

Feeling stuffed, she did not partake!

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Write story using picture as prompt of less than 280 characters. This is 265.

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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20 Responses to OLD MOTHER STANDRIDGE

  1. Kat says:

    Delightful tale Oneta! 😊

  2. Alas I so most certainly know the feeling.. A more standard rhyme would have been..’went for a sandwich’, but your way works out quite well as a slant rhyme too

  3. shoreacres says:

    It was a ritual at my grandmother’s house. The first thing my dad would do would be to go to the walk-in pantry, and just survey the contents. When we asked what he was doing, he’d say, “Just looking.” Then, while he looked, we’d scope out the cookie jars, the fridge, the bread box, and the covered cake plate. Does anyone use a covered cake plate with an aluminum cover any more?

    Now, I want cake.

    • oneta hayes says:

      You know the amount of time one sits at a green light before the horn behind you honks? That’s long compared to the time between opening a refrigerator door and the time Sammy calls out to close it! How I envy you your “scope” time! And I understand about your longing for cake – I bet it is for a four-layer one, one that just barely fits under that aluminum cover; in fact it sometimes leaves icing inside the cover where you can give a finger smear and lick it off. Sheet cakes are delicious but they only have one layer of icing. Could we meet somewhere near Dallas for a Cake Treat Day?

  4. Faye says:

    I relate to the frosting on the inside of the cover. Never a problem for me either. Same with lids etc even on healthy yoghurt not a problem for me. I think your poetry is very clever. I have only ever written prose where somewhere in the paragraph there is a rhyme. Again thank you for the interesting post.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I think it is fun to do rhyming poetry of a light nature. Heavy poetry styles are too difficult for me. Sometimes my rhymes can be serious but still light. I like rhymes in prose also. And I’m glad we are still kid enough to enjoy goodies right off the finger tips. 😀

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