102 Years of Rhoda

This is the latest collaborative poem with a stanza each from the minds and pens of each of the attendees of the Unleash the Book Inside Workshop – this one saw the light of day in Guildford on the 16th April.

A big thank you to all the attendees for lending your cumulative life experiences to make such a composite, and fun, life story – you are now all officially published authors.


1 year old

12 months old, 150 degrees, on a camel

What re we doing in the Negev, dressed in flannel

At least this time we’ve kept our clothes on

Naturist antics in the Sun would burn

3 years old

Rhoda, Rhoda, show us your leg

To stop us having to beg

But you are only a child

So please don’t go wild

5 years old

Rhoda, Rhoda, high in the tree

From your vantage, what do you see?

No care in the world at 5 years old

The future, the future, what will it hold?

10 years old

Rhoda dancing and prancing

Changing her mind

Being awkward

Not being cute

Who am I?

15 years old

Birthday cake, candles, 15

Young Rhoda smiled and felt serene

Last night at the village dance

She saw a man remove his pants ..

18 years old

Eighteen was the time I became more advanced

Sneaked a peak at John Cleese in his underpants

Learned to write poems and even ride a horse

Kept myself busy with a correspondence course

21 years old

As twenty one approaches fast

And choices for Uni study passed

Attention towards a future role unfurled

Visions of motherhood and being a girl

Passing into reality … becoming true

So the years and events taught her what she knew!

30 years old

Simon’s in trouble, found picking fruit

Gone of the Beatle in court in a suit

Went on vacation, Goa’s the place

Rode on a camel – a smile on it’s face

40 years old

Rhoda, Rhoda, so strong and petit

You would have smiled at John’s son’s, practically Chinese

A mind full of knowledge and experience to match

To tackle an International would have been a great catch

50 years old

Who said life begins at forty

I can still think pretty naughty

Just because I’m knocking fifty

I’d still love to tackle Andy Ripley

60 years old

Some memories now are so clouded & so dim

That baby showed much promise – what happened to him?

Why didn’t I go to Paris? Why didn’t I live in France?

What stopped me, why was I so afraid to take the chance?

70 years old

I, Rhoda, am now seventy

And you would have thought I have learned a-plenty

But to you the only wisdom I can bring

Is that, always remember, thoughts become things

80 years old

Rhoda, so worldly, so wise

Sprung a french speaking naturists’ surprise

Which was a bit near the knuckle

Because it involved Andy Ripley’s tackle

90 years old

Well what a year for a ninety year old whatsit

I even made Twickers in full rugby kit

Then got to sing in the massed WI choir

In the Royal Albert Hall, never sang higher

100 years old

A telegram arrived today

The Queen had really made my day

I wonder if she’s be quite so chatty

If she knew I was a part-time naturist – and batty

102 years old

At a hundred and two, a new lease of life

She may be crinkly but still sharp as a knife

She rode on a camel and had a bundle of fun

“I want to these things while I’m still young”

In honour and homage to Rhoda, may she rest in peace or be back on this or another planet having another life experience .All references to Andy Ripley are made in good spirit and the context is completely ficticious and in no way refers to any real Andy Ripley, living or dead.

If you enjoyed this poem, you might like to read

104 Years of Sydney

100 Years of Marion

The Big Panty Woman and the Barefoot Man

and even get a signed copy of the book that started it all – 100 Years of Ermintrude

Do you want to experience what it’s like to work collaboratively like this and how when your conscious mind gets out of the way the words just flow? This is just one of the fun exercises we do on the Unleash the Book Inside workshop –

Check out our workshop schedule here – http://www.psycademy.co.uk/thebookinside.htm

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