'Rejection'

"Rejection. Hits heavy as lead don't it?"

"You better believe it buddy, heavy as lead."

"Truly, I'm embarrassed. This has hit me somewhere deep down."

"I know it. I know what you mean. I feel your pain. Su pien es mi pien padre." 

Bluger

Grappy Bluger!

G'i blug dru tu.

Gis geer rastes gike briss.

Gay gold gig-gaintest gee gogot....

Crickmass

I had a lovely Christmas thanks for asking. 

Oh yeah, loads of chocolate. 

Two actually, turkey on the 25th and then a goose on Boxing day.

I wasn't complaining.

Shirt buttons were-a-straining!

OR SO I THOUGHT.

I GOT THE JOB! THEY MUST HAVE BEEN BLUFFING!

Grainy Ainy

"One yon crazy crisis of confidence...."

Immediately as I answered the question i realised i'd made a big mistake, a real y-don of a slip up! 

A word of warning to any readers. This isn't the answer an interviewer wants to hear having asked a candidate to describe themselves in six words, it's not even close!

I shuffled and hustled to right my wrong, to funder by blunder.

"....that's on a good day!" 

Christmas is here

Easter is cracking up,

Halloween is scared to show his face,

Valentine's is feeling decidedly unloved,

Bonfire night is fuming, 

Independence day feels caged in by her presence,

Martin Luther King day feels discriminated against,

Christmas is here, Christmas is here. 

Christmas Revolt

"Look at him, all balls & bravado."

There had been a feeling growing among the festivals, a revolt of sorts; although there was no elected leader to overthrow.  For the most part of the year their calendar ran smoothly, peaks and trough, ups and downs, but a certain predictability was always present. Then December rolled around and Christmas began the parade of the insane. The grotesque with the mostess. They hated that guy, he minced around, all red and gold, balls and bravado.