It was a dark and stormy night, a simple poem.
69- Grandma's front step
A few personal memories of growing up in Wibsey Yorkshire. Just a bit of fun.
This is a poem based on the silly rhyme we used to say when I was a kid, and it made me think of what a dark and stormy night, could mean to many different people. It can be exhilarating or frightening, or just keep you awake as the wind blows.
It was a dark and stormy night, three old men sat around a fire, one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night, three lonely wives sat huddled around the fire, one said to the others, ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night, three fishermen fought for their lives against a ferocious sea, and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night three fat Bishops held a banquet for their friends to celebrate Christmas and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night by the side of a frozen dessert road three children were dying of hunger, and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night and three young men sniffed their first cocaine, and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night, and three politicians patted themselves on the back and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night three soldiers lay dying for a cause they didn’t understand and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night three bankers sat and laughed at the world that had made them so rich for their failure and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night three rich kids threw a tantrum for more, more, more, and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night, and three wise men began to follow a star and as they rode, one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus:
It was a dark and stormy night three shepherds stood on a hillside and one said to the others ‘tell us a tale’ and the tale ran thus…
It was a dark and stormy night, outside a city wall, three men hung from crosses…
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Tony, I'm not finding a crunchy chicken recipe in your repertoire! So I visited "Deck of Cards", which caught my attention. Could you include the link to crunchy chicken so I may read it on my next visit? Thank you!
Stessily
Tony, Alas and alack! My faithful computer could not reasonably be resuscitated, so I parcelled it to happy homes: monitor to my friends' stepson so he could have his own sleek TV; tower, keyboard, etc., for repair and then resale in a nice shop; I kept the hard drive. I'm still pondering its successor. Fingers and toes crossed for the best decision.
That was powerful! There was a contest run last year I think by a hubber - to complete the opening line, 'It was a dark and stormy night...' You'd have won hands down!
Ayup, Tony ... what a clever twist on this old joke .
Extremely powerful ... respect!
Hi my friend, thanks for this very entertaining poem and the most powerful bit at the end .
Vote up !!!
Tony, What a dramatic, haunting, philosophical "simple" story poem! In particular, I like the flow of the poem, in which each type of narrator flows into another. For example, three old men might be interested in a tale about three lonely wives, who might be interested in a tale about their missing fishermen husbands.
Thank you for sharing, voted up + all.
Respectfully, Derdriu













stessily Level 8 Commenter 4 months ago
Tony, Wow! All walks of life are presented here, and you saved the most powerful encounters for the end!
I love the sound of the wind at night, but it's always been safe for me. I've never been in a hurricane. A tornado has struck nearby, but not near enough to affect me. So that's why I love the sound of the wind, especially when it's accompanied by the sound of the ocean.
Great poem wonderfully and effectively presented.
All the votes.
Kind regards from your computerless fan, Stessily