Moon: Not her again! She bought that camera to take close ups of me and she is so bad she has never taken a good one yet, even when I smile!

Clicking noises

House: Yikes! She caught me. What-ever do I look like? Stay very still behind me Moon, perhaps she will go away in a while.

Silence for a moment

Moon: Has she gone?

Her by the gate: How does this blooming thing work? I can’t see a thing!

Followed by hurried footsteps and a door shutting then silence at least from out here

House: She’s gone! You can come out now moon! Perhaps she’ll give up and we’ll never see her again!

to be continued [Ha Ha!]
Gill McGrath [2014 15 04] nawripomo 2014
A very bad rhyme (it sort of rhymes!) for a very bad photo