Priceless Treasure

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Unstarched

My ladies writing group is classy—never crass or gaudy.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I found they can be bawdy!
Just one impromptu potluck and a few bottles of wine
turned their metaphoric minds to matters far less fine.
For Jenny had just mentioned that a friend had lately lent her
a rather naughty film that nonetheless had really sent her
off into the paroxysms of unbridled laughter—
the kind that take you wave-on-wave and leave you aching after.
I’d been needing that for months—my life had been sedate
since my old gang had moved away and left me to my fate
of no last-minute games of train and late-night jubilation,
for though I still have good friends here, I lack that combination
of friends that I enjoy who all enjoy each other, too,
enough to create silliness to make my nights less blue.

“Bad Grandpa” was the film we watched, and though I must admit
I watched behind spread fingers for at least a fifth of it,
still the antics had us all just rolling on the floor
—starting with a snicker and then ending with a roar.
Scatology is not my thing, nor are pratfalls or shtick,
yet still I must admit to you, I got a real big kick
from this film filled with all of them. I think the ladies did, too.
It threw a bit of spice into our literary stew.
And as they left, I think we knew we’d shared a priceless treasure,
for there’s nothing that unites us like a mutual guilty pleasure!

 

The prompt today was priceless. I’ve chosen to rework a poem from three years ago when I had so few readers that I’m sure few of you have read it before. 

5 thoughts on “Priceless Treasure

    1. lifelessons Post author

      I couldn’t watch it past the time they were leaving the island. Just can’t take the violence. I’ve seen three films and read three books about WWI and WWII in the past few months and I’m on overload. The prisoner of war camps? Horrendous. Dunkirk? Need I say more?

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