Photo Challenge #86 November 10, 2015 – Maryann



image by Valentina Kallias ~ “Apocalypse Horseman Pestilence”


Maryann was a jokester

She lived the other side of the black stump.

She spent half her days on a combine harvester

The other on a stump jump plough.

The farm was her life

Morning till night was tilling one day

Harvesting the next.

Her dad decided on her twenty-first birthday

It was time she saw the world.

He gave her a ticket to go and see

The big city at the end of the line.

She landed there and was all amazed

So many people and so much noise.

There was no shortage of callow-faced youth

Nor of the rich up themselves haughty.

She was invited to the Toff and Tie Ball

Dressed in her finest, combed her hair.

All went well until she opened her mouth.

Out spewed her country vernacular

A combination of bloody, struth,

Bugger me britches and workin’ me tits off

Didn’t go so well with the refined young men

Who turned away, scoffed and remarked

How quaint this girl from the country was.

Maryann the jokester

Went home to practice her vowels

Learn a little social etiquette.

She practiced every day when on the tractor

Rounding her mouth as she enunciated “I say.”

But there was no hiding from who she was

When one day in town she met her true prince

No frog in waiting but a man of true blood

Who looked at her and saw the girl who was there.

‘Be who you are,’ he said softly to her

‘Bloody oath I will.’ Said Maryann with relief.

For Maryann realised it was who she was

That endeared her to her one true love.

Maryann was a jokester, that’s who she was.


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24 Responses to Photo Challenge #86 November 10, 2015 – Maryann

  1. mandy says:

    I love a girl who knows who she is and even more, love a guy who loves her for it. Fantastic read, Michael 😊

  2. J Lapis says:

    I agree with Mandy–totally!!!

  3. The Real Cie says:

    I’d much rather hang out with the likes of Mary Ann than with those stuffed shirts any day!
    My late paternal grandmother’s name was Mary Ann. She wasn’t nearly so laid back as your lovely heroine, though. She wasn’t a stuffed shirt, but she was rather serious.

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    • Thank you so much for stopping by….I agree having known a few Maryann’s in my time, rough around the edges but salt of the earth always good fun to be around….hope you are doing ok…..

  4. Ah be true only to thy self …and of course in front of others who allow it. This is so not what I thought I would read looking at the photograph. Bless our crazy little minds and where they take us! Good on ya Maryann remind me of me (on occasion) 😉

  5. clothespeggedpat says:

    Thanks for your fascinating and imaginative response to the photo prompt! totally unexpected – but that’s a great thing – one can never know where an imaginative soul like yourself will land! I really like your heroine Michael 🙂 She has great self-respect and worth – awesome and empowering!

  6. Oliana says:

    This was lovely Michael!!! A story of integrity and being yourself. Love happy endings too 🙂

  7. She spent half her days on a combine harvester

    The other on a stump jump plough. I loved these lines. I love the moral at the end it is one I try to instill in my own daughter =)

  8. I can understand your and other’s fondness for MaryAnn.

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