Thursday, 22 January 2015


22nd January 2015

This is the first time I've joined this group - we only have a 100 words to craft something from a photo prompt.

Photo credit Georgia Koch

No way was she getting in to that boat

She wasn't sure it would stay afloat

No amount of persuasion or cajoling

Clever coaxing or smarmy goading

Would make her put even one tiny toe

Inside that dirty boat to make it sink low

In smelly, grimy water that matched the grainy wood

Desperately she looked around for help but it was no good

She would run like the wind all the way home

She would tell her gran and dad and mum

Those horrible boys taunted her, calling her names

She was so fed up of their horrible games.

Word count: 100


  1. Dear Sally,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I'm happy to be the first to witness your maiden voyage. I'm sure she's wise in not getting into that boat.



    1. Thank you, Rochelle. It's always nerve racking when you join in for the first time with an established group.

  2. Great little poem! Truly conveys the way young children so often are with games that can become a bit cruel. Very well crafted.

  3. I like it. The flow of the rhyme reminds me of a Dr. Seuss story. Now we just need more pictures. It was nice to meet you, Sally. I think you'll find this little weekly exercise a lot of fun.

  4. a well-written piece. i couldn't get the image of that little girl out of my mind.

  5. Very wise, not to rise to the boys' goading. I wouldn't get in that boat either. Great poem!

  6. Ah.. better later than ever.. thank you for you comment, and welcome to my blog. This nursery rhyme style worked so well with the story. Especially Goading and Cajoling makes a nice pair.

  7. Great use of 100 words Sally, I enjoyed this very much. And what a great challenge, I may have to take a little peek ...