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Thursday, September 6, 2018

Thoroughly Poetic Pictorial Thursday

Today we join Two  SPOILED CAT 
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.


Here is today's photo prompt
We thank Mom Pam for all the effort she puts into finding 
these lovely photos for us.


Slide

Nuttin' brings on a big smile
more than a slide.
Some are short with bumper pad sides
That keep a wee one from landing on his/her nose.
These are usually multicolored and low.
Some are great big and tall connected to
ropes, forts,  ladders and things in between.
Some lead you straight into a pool 
where you can be totally cool.
When mom was a child, everyone put a sheet of waxed paper
under their hide to give them the ultimate slide.
Not matter the style the best way to ride one
is straddle together with a friend by your side. 

21 comments:

  1. I remember the butt-pads, they were fabulous... and they also protected bright pants ... sort of LOL

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  2. Some slides (I am thinking Duthie Park here) have been made from non-sliding material, designed by someone more pre-occupied with health and safety than with allowing kids to have fun...
    Love the poems and the smiling kids photo that inspired it.
    Cheers, Gail.

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  3. Great poem and picture! Mom remembers that waxed paper trick!

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  4. Oh yes! Mom forgot about wax paper but it was fabulous especially on a slide that was a little "grubby"....it brought SLIDE BACK TO THE RIDE! Mom said slides were her favorite next to swings. Great memories.....and this is a WONDERFUL poem!

    Hugs, Teddy

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  5. good one Madi.. my brother used to slide down the hill on a square of vinyl linoleum .. off to tops today

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  6. hahaha, I never thought about putting something under me on the slide. It might have made us zoom way out into the yard.

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  7. Great poem. And you know, we can totally see your mom going down a slide today. :)

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  8. Great picture and such a good poem. Well done.You all have a fine day.

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  9. What a fun poem. It brought back memories of our mom's childhood.

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  10. I think I'd like to try going down a slide! Our great brother Zim used to love going down them and I'm very adventurous like he was!
    Yours sincerely,
    Margaret Thatcher

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  11. My ghostwriter remembers being a kid when there was a playground across the street with a big slide,swings, monkey bars, and a drinking fountain. If you fell and skinned your knee it was your own fault and you didn't go running to a lawyer because of it. Times sure have changed!

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  12. Purrfect poem!

    Hugs,
    your guy Raz and The Florida Furkids

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  13. That was darn good sweet Madi!!! Sometimes Brother Simon slides into trouble!

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  14. Waxed paper...man, that brings back memories!

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  15. That is a great poem I never tried the wax paper. XO

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  16. Well done, Madi and Mom. Our Mom just told someone how she fondly remembers those days with her sheet of waxed paper - so much fun, but now she is too old to go WHEEE!!!!

    Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber

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  17. madi....pleez ta tell mom de FSG did de eggz act same thing....wax paperz total lee rocked de slide !!!!!! ☺☺♥♥

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  18. Thanks for sharing your poem. It really starts to bring back such great memories. Especially when the metal was so hot to sit on. We used to throw cold water from the top down. Thanks for making us smile today. Have a wonderful day.
    World of Animals

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  19. What a fun poem! The mom doesn't remember using wax paper but she remembers getting slide burns.

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  20. What a wonderful idea abouts the wax papers! We didn't have that at our house very much when we were wee ones, I wish we did, that sounds like funs!
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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