A mélange of the masses…
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Wordle’s words
Chop-Chop for the Bourgeoisie
Chop-chop.
Make dinner fast
Shift’ll end soon, but no fear:
Place the bully here.
Chop-chop.
Every color of animus turns white
With head on chopping block –
Between posts.
Hope. Always hope.
Chop. Chop.
The sick go in with the healthy.
The best models come out from all ingredients.
Chop, chopped together,
Fine.
The team work’s just fine.
Now chop-chop.
Chop-chop.
Elite guests waiting.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Off with their heads! If only it was the other way around..
Off with their backsides?
Oh my goodness- that’s different!
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I like different.
Glad the shift will end soon!
Too much chop-chop?
Change is always unsettling unless you are part of it.
We are always changing, to live i to change (as is death constantly changing). It is all a molten system. Change is reacted to by and with change. That which stands still is acted upon by changes and is changed by it. That which reacts to change can resist the change, or accept or try to change the change. But no matter what, change will happen, as the day comes up once again anew.
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Thank you. I hope you continue to enjoy my work. Any comments, thoughts, or the like are more than welcome.
Randy
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