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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.

Bedtime Stories: Wordle 541

Bedtime Stories

When I hear scuffling in the ceiling and scratching in the wall,
fluttering at the windows and steps out in the hall,
Mommy says it’s mice and birds to calm my excitation,
but Daddy tells me other things that swell imagination.

There are ghost doors in the attic and temples in the sky
that creatures will spring out of to join me by and by.
My dad will weave their stories and spread them out for me.
He’ll just open up his mouth and that will set them free.

When I think of all the stories, there’s such anticipation
that I can feel my heart boom and hear its palpitation.
Nighttime is less scary with Mommy or with Nurse,
but bedtime without stories is definitely worse.

 

The prompt words are: temples fluttered ghost door spring mouth weaving stories step boom sky scuffling for Sunday Stills Wordle 541  Illustration by Marloes Hilckman on Unsplash.

Payback

Payback

When Hal at the feed store hired a new clerk,
he was friendly enough, but a bit of a jerk.
He quickly filled orders for packets of seed
of a kilo or so, but he didn’t accede
to requests for help out with a heavier sack.
He had an excuse as he claimed a bad back.
Then later that rascal would  go to the gym
and work out with weights far heavier than him.
Of course word got around and was cause for his layoff.
Good news for his back which now has every day off!

Prompts today are layoff, rascal, friendly, accede and clerk. Image by julian-andres-carmona-serrato on Unsplash.

Squirreled Splendor

Squirreled Splendor

Why this crazy diadem so intimately curled?
How quizzical you’ve seen it fit to be completely squirreled.
If I decide to follow suit to don a furry coif,
will you claim a copyright and make me take it off?

 

Prompt words today are decidediadem,  copyright, quizzical,

Miss Malaprop



Miss Malaprop

A nubile young maiden, inchoately malleable
needs some instruction to stay out of trouble.
Her mother has warned against malaprop gaffes,
which in her innocence, she calls “giraffes.”
So if you are seeking to be this girl’s savior,
in adducing reasons for proper behavior,
keep your words simple and don’t try to teach
difficult words that are out of her reach!

 

Prompt words today are inchoate, malleable, nubile, adduce and gaffe. Image by Sherise on Unsplash.

 

Stop and Go

Stop and Go

Consider the ramifications
of an excess of libations. 
You can kiss but you can’t hug
the frothy lip of a bar mug.
It takes a bit of nerve and spine
to veer off course, to forsake wine
and face the angst of barroom gents
in favor of family events.
Hats off to drinking men who know
The proper time to stop and go!

 

Prompt words today are ramifications, angstveer, spine and hug, 

The Divine Supine


The Divine Supine

A chunk of ham, a pint of beans,

a glass of wine, some magazines,
an afternoon stretched out supine,
a hearty meal on which to dine.
No serious tasks to stir and pique,
No work to do. No goal to seek.
“Pronto” not an adverb you’re
likely to hear to make you stir.
Lazy days and lazy nights
are what set the world to rights.

 

Prompt words today are chunk, pronto, pique, supine and serious.

Wishy-Washy

Wishy-Washy

Simple pleasures lack that “Gosh!”
that goes with habits much more posh,
so I renounce such simple things
in favor of what richness brings.
If your response to what I choose
includes recital of what I’ll lose:
sunsets, laughter, hand-held walks,
peanut butter and midnight talks,
then perhaps I’ll change my mind
for pleasures of a simpler kind.

Prompt words today are simple pleasures, renounce, posh, recital and response.

Grandpa Discovers Virtual Reality

Grandpa Discovers Virtual Reality

I’ve been over yonder and frankly I’m perplexed
about how all the young ‘uns seem to be so under-sexed.
Virtual reality makes real-time life a bore.
Why bother with reality when you can live on lore?

Real life takes some gumption but virtual life’s a snap.
Who needs real love with Kim Kardashian upon your lap?
It seems that in the future perhaps all folks will live thusly,
sitting watching screens to live their lives vicariously.

 

Prompt words are perplexed, vicariously, frankly, yonder and snap. Image by Lucrezia Carnelos on Unsplash.

Hot Wax, Cold Water


Hot Wax, Cold Water

He who seeks to dip his wick
should study well which girl to pick.
She was a candlemaker’s daughter,
who lived by what her father taught her,
and though he wooed and thought he’d caught her,
melted wax that meets cold water
floats on top and forms a crust
quickly quenching any lust.

If he seeks to woo and win her,
it will take much more than dinner,
pop of cork and candlelight.
A match, a sip and then a bite
are not sufficient to win a dame
accustomed to a candle’s flame.
He’d do much better if at the start

he had sought to melt her heart.

 

For Bushboy’s Challenge: Hot Wax, Cold Water. (To see the original post that prompted this challenge, go HERE. To see Bushboy’s poem, go HERE.