You Sing A Spell Chequer On A Poem

John Robinson runs a new blog since he retired his Daily Graff one which he calls The After Graff (an amalgamation of GRoan and lAFF). He now only posts on a Saturday with words of wisdom, a photo and a few words he wanted to share.

This week, his words focused on the misspelling of tomorrow. When I looked for words I commonly misspelled (with misspell being one of them) I found a poem that was posted in the comments.

This poem does not belong to me. I did not write it. I am copying what someone shared four years ago. 

Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.

Eye strike the quays and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.


I have a spelling checker
It came with my PC
It plainly marks for my review
Mistakes I cannot see

I strike the keys and type a word
And wait for it to say
Whether I am right or wrong
It tells me straight away

I ran this poem through it
You’re sure real glad to know
It’s very polished in its way
My checker told me so

Sunday Photo Fiction -Day of the Daffodils

Every week, we have a photo as a prompt to write a story or a poem in around 200 words with that photo somewhere in it.

I found it hard to think of a good story this week, so you will have to put up with this meagre effort.

If you want to have go, click on the Sunday Photo Fiction logo, or if you want to read some better stories, then click on the frog icon.



‘You’ve seen Day of the Triffids haven’t you?’ Michael asked his friend, Andrew.

‘Hasn’t everybody? Did you watch the original from all those years ago?’ Andrew replied.

‘Oh that was hilarious. It was terrifying at the time. Although I think of it whenever I see a sign that says “Heavy Plant Crossing”’ Michael laughed, still looking out the window.

‘Why do you ask?’ Andrew enquired, walking over to the window to see what held his friend’s attention.

‘Oh, no reason.’ Michael paused before continuing. ‘Well, those daffodils made me think of them. Can you imagine the trouble the world would be in if it was “Day of the Daffodils”?’


As night fell, an unpredicted meteor shower rained across the country with so many coming down, they lit up the night sky.

‘You and your mouth!’ Andrew chided Michael. ‘Everyone is going to wake up blind tomorrow and the Daffodils are going to take over the world.’


Next morning, Andrew opened his eyes and saw only darkness. Fear engulfed him until he heard a laughing snort and Michael removed the cover from Andrew’s face.  As he rose from his bed, Andrew gestured to Michael and looked out the window …

Friday Fictioneers – Intruders?

Every week Rochelle offers up a photo that has graciously been donated so we can get our creative juices flowing and write a story in 100 words or less using the photo as a prompt. I managed to do a 101 word first draft which resulted in just a quick alteration.

It is a good exercise to write within the boundaries rather than going over as it gives you a chance to practice editing skills and still retain the story.

If you want to have a go, then click on the Friday Fictioneers image, and if you want to read what others have written, then click on the blue frog.


The stairs led upstairs, and Barrows quietly crept up trying his hardest not to breathe, not to make a sound. He heard movement, and stopped lest he be heard. He knew the wall lights would give him away if anyone looked that way. He hoped no one would.

As he reached the top, he made sure to avoid the second from top stair, as he knew it to creak on occasion. He made it to the landing and stopped to listen again. The sound still came and he crept very gently forward. He slammed open the door yelling “SLEEP! NOW!”

First Chapter ~ First Paragraph (September 20th 2016)

I have just seen on Cleopatra Loves Books that she joins in to a weekly book information group. It is the First Chapter ~ First Paragraph of a book that you read or are reading.This is hosted by Bibliophile By The Sea

I decided to take a look at this book after reading another of the author’s books.


Shadeward: Emanation by Drew Wagar

Round 2287, Ninth Pass

          Rain cascaded in sheets, cold dark and heavy despite the eternal sun, whipped into a frenzy by a fierce and fickle wind. It blew one way and then another, battering the slate grey rocks that formed the steep flank of the mountain. Lightning flickered in the grey gloom, giving a brief view of stark and craggy outcrops and terrifying drops into shadowed chasms. Thunder rolled not far behind, hammering the rocks and echoing around the unseen valleys. Smaller debris was dislodged, tumbling down and scattering across a muddy and treacherous narrow track that cut through the landscape like a thin sinuous snake. On one side a steep rocky bluff, on the other a drop into the valley far below.
Toiling up this path at a charge were two heavy-set creatures steaming with exertion, yoked to a battered wooden carriage, illuminated by dimly flickering torches which guttered in the screaming wind. Two black feathered arrows were stuck in the wooden frame on the rear of the carriage, the wood splintered around them.


I love this book. The descriptions of creatures as if they were the norm to us is well done. I’ve been reading this every chance I get and based on what I have read so far, I have brought the second in the series. It is well worth the read if you like Fantasy fiction. At times it reminds me of Steven Erikson’s Malazan books.