Hope you are feeling better, Cee! This little ham is succulent in a different way than you might have imagined.
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A Succulent Pig! for FOTD, June 21, 2024
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Rudely Interrupted
Rudely Interrupted
Notwithstanding what the newspapers say, I am not capricious.
I merely have a questioning eye that’s oftentimes suspicious.
I found the blade and saw the blood and what I had surveyed
I felt was information that must be conveyed.
It’s true the entire police force was at once deployed
and also true the mayor was excessively annoyed
that it was his summer barbecue that was rudely stormed.
by the selfsame vice squad that he had lately formed.
Only to have them tell him when he did his yearly preps
for his fabled pig roast on his own front steps,
he should remove the grisly evidence lest neighbors be alarmed
that it might have been a human being that was harmed.
The mayor, truly irked at the action he’d incited,
resumed his annual picnic and I was not invited!!!
Prompts today are capricious, blade, survey, deploy, questioner, newspaper and notwithstanding. If you want to play along, the links to the prompt sites are under the prompt words. Image by Hassan Rafhaan on Unsplash.
Pigs and Posies: FOTD Mar 3 2022
When my friend Brad invited friends to a dinner at Teocintle Maize Restaurant to celebrate Fat Tuesday, I couldn’t resist acting on the fact that March 1 was also International Day of the Pig, so I created these little pig table decorations. Since both food and the hats of the pigs were decorated with flowers, I thought they were fair game for Flower of the Day. I couldn’t resist buying these little rubber pigs that oink oink when you squeeze them in the Crazy Woman Shop in Sheridan, Wyoming, this summer. I knew they’d come in handy sooner or later.
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This Little Pinky…
From real piggies to this little piggy to someone’s broken-nailed pinky, one way or another, I hope these photos fulfill the “Piggy Pink” prompt.
Last Little Piggy Goes to Market: NaPoWriMo 2016, Day 21
Last Little Piggy Goes To Market
I am the littlest piggy, and when I commenced to roam,
why did I cry “Wee wee wee” all the long way home?
My sibling went to market and I followed along.
The path was rough and winding–as steep as it was long.
My little legs were tired, yet I followed close behind––
I wondered if he knew that I was following if he’d mind.
My family never let me go hardly anywhere,
so market piqued my interest. I wondered what was there.
I asked my other siblings if they wouldn’t like to try it,
but one was into his roast beef, the other on a diet.
She said she would be tempted by the pastries and the candy.
This was enough to convince me this market was a dandy.
When we crested the final hill and rounded the last bend,
the market spread out for so far, I couldn’t see its end.
Booth after booth was set up to sell its chosen fare.
My head swung fast from side to side to see all that was there.
Buttons, bolsters, bumbershoots and books with songs or riddles.
Little dainty donuts with whipped cream in their middles.
Tinkertoys and rubber balls and cricket bats and kites.
My eyes could not keep up with all these delicious sights.
I lost sight of my brother, but I didn’t care.
I was too busy ogling all this varied fare.
My tummy started rumbling. Ice cream, cakes and pies.
I wished that I could put my mouth where I had put my eyes.
But then I stopped to look at a very curious rig
and a big sign that said “Barbecue—what? Barbecue pig????
Folks stood around with sandwiches filled with dripping meat,
and then I saw another sign that said “Pickled Pig’s Feet!!!”
My pigs’ feet took me out of there as fast as I could joggle.
I didn’t stop for donuts. I didn’t stop to ogle.
I scurried for my own safe yard, squealing “Wee, wee, wee!”
Now when I seek adventure, home is enough for me!!!
The Prompt: write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth.
http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-one/
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