Fatal Obsession


Fatal Obsession

My father is an ogre and rather hard-of-hearing,
but I had the silly idea I could rise above my rearing.
All my friends were human and I had a strange obsession
for screening them from tendencies I had in my possession.

The result was that I scored a beau inimitably grand—
the sort of perfect boyfriend I thought I’d never land.
Vibrant, handsome, wealthy and inordinately smart,
he was the sort of catch that would melt any ogress heart.

In short, I could barely believe that Avery was mine,
but when I brought him pridefully home with me to dine,
after the aperitifs, the soup and the tossed salad,
I noticed that my father was looking somewhat pallid.

I stepped into the kitchen to find him food more savory,
only to return to find that dad had eaten Avery!!
I cried, “How could you do this to one who’s so indelible?
“I tried to prove you wrong,” he said. “I thought you said inedible!”

 

Note: An ogre (feminine: ogress) is a legendary monster usually depicted as a large, hideous, man-like being that eats ordinary human beings, Ogres are closely linked with giants and with human cannibals in mythology.

Prompt words for today are vibrant, indelible, inimitable, possess and pride.

18 thoughts on “Fatal Obsession

      1. SAM VOELKER

        It seems that most of my comments lately have not been going through. (my inferior complex sometime makes me think that I am being blocked)

        One more week and my friend Ginny will be here for a few weeks, so she can look after my blog. Maybe she can straighten both the blog and me out.

        I just got back from Houston and Galveston on a two day trip as my last brother in law died. He was also my age, a childhood friend and a fine man, so it was a difficult time for me.

        I think that Zoe and Tami would get along great together, they both seem to be very gregarious, sometimes a problem because they always think that everyone loves them as much as the other way around. A few weeks back a lady phoned me from town, telling me that Tami was with her. She stopped at my gate, which is 1/4 mile from my house. Tami jumped in her car and she took her to town with her~! I have no idea why she was standing at the gate unless it was to greet the garbage man when they stopped. She is not supposed to go through the gate but the lady knew her, so I guess she thought it was OK, as she was not a stranger. She had opened her door and Tami jumped in~!!!

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        1. lifelessons Post author

          Nope, not blocked, but some of your comments made from one of your blogs come in marked as “Someone” and go into Spam. I take them out of spam when I see them but when I’m busy, don’t check it for a long time. Make sure that you are following me in your other blog and it won’t happen. I’ll check Spam now. Glad you reclaimed Tami. Zoe is having a conniption fit now because I have her trapped in her little private space outside, trying to train her to go potty out there. My floor sports a new pile every time she eats. I put her out and she will pee out there but saves her piles for when I eventually bring her inside. She also squeezes through bars half as wide as she is to go eat the cat food so I need to go buy metal screening or wood to put over the bars. She compensates by being soooooo sweet.

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        2. lifelessons Post author

          So sorry about your brother-in-law. As I remarked to another friend recently, so hard to see our world dying away from us, but it is the way of the world so must accept it and keep making more friends…and stay active mentally. I think you do this so I’m preaching to the choir.

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    1. Sam

      You know that we Creole, though not quite as picante as Mexican or even Cajun, it is sometimes a bit over the top in the hot pepper. But I am very careful and try not to overdo it when we have “Damn Yankees over, knowing that you can always add some at the table but can’t remove it, if too much is used. So Shirley had her uncle and aunt from Pennsylvania over once. I was very careful. But then sitting at the table, I asked him, Would you like a little more Tabasco for your Etoiffee~? He looked at me with tears running down his cheeks and asked: “do you mean that you have any left~?”
      You will like my poem of today if WordPress lets you access it. https://mcouvillion.wordpress.com/2022/02/22/more-on-burning-bridges/

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