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Poetry Thursday

A few years ago, I participated in an online poetry forum. Participants were challenged to write a poem a day for 30 days. I didn’t make it 30 days, but I did make an effort. It’s not as easy as one might think. I don’t consider myself a poet, and I haven’t tried since then to write anything new. Indeed, I am a rank amateur (rank meaning malodorous.) I offer, as proof, the following examples of my mad skillz:

Mother Goose Grows Up

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
armed with a can of Raid.
She had no more fear when the spider came near,
so bravely she pointed and sprayed.

These days she sits around on her duff – it’s
quite a bit larger now.
She consumed all the curds and whey (so I’ve heard)
then she went and devoured the cow.

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Humpty Dumpty’s only recourse
when Mrs. Dumpty filed for divorce
was to hire a lawyer
from King and Associates –
the best his money could buy.

She represented herself.

Humpty, a Wall Street broker,
really wanted to choke her
when she got it all
thanks to his lawyer,
who didn’t even try.

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Bo Peep has lost her lambs again:
she will not keep her eye on them
and leaves them alone for days.

A neighbor called Authorities,
reported her activities,
and the State took them away.

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Yes, well, there you have it,folks. My contribution to “Poetry Thursday”. Have a fantabulous day!

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Dialogue With a One-Way Mirror in Victoria’s Secret

As she disappears to the back of the store,
he beats a path to the coffee shop next door.

In the silence of the dressing room,
her reflection taunts her.

Can you imagine your dump-truck
butt in that tiny thing?

It is really cute, though.

I suppose you could enlist a personal trainer,
maybe get deal-a-meal. A bikini-wax is in order,
and you really should do something about those
spider veins: sclerotherapy or laser treatment?

Who am I kidding? I don’t even
have the courage to try it on!

She leaves the swimsuit hanging and finds
her husband waiting, just as she had instructed.

He asks, “Did you find anything?”
She shakes her head.
“Nah, too expensive.”
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Brenda/3.7.05

I wrote this last year in answer to a challenge to write a poem using the following words:
dump-truck, deal, courage, path, personal, instruction, silence, coffee, spider, wax

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