Terrible Poetry Contest (week 4)
From Chelsea Owens it’s the weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. You can join in the fun and read the full instructions here. Please do!
This week:
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The topic is That Object That Always Breaks in Your House. In It’s a Wonderful Life, George Bailey keeps pulling off that darn banister knob. Chez moi, it’s a heat register originally glued under my kitchen island counter. Maybe yours is a loose bit of carpet or a lightbulb that burns out within a week.
What’s the limit? Word count needs to be between 3 and 153 words. In mathematics terms, that means 3<P<153.
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O! Radio! (153 words)
The radio’s antenna is bad.
When it first broke: “Oh, egad!”
I fixed it with glue,
what else could I do?
Huh?
My head: stuffed like the brick. Oh, antenna, desist.
With frustration I pace, “Ah,” I to frustration. “Why do I tarry? Why not I make merry?”
Dash the radio. (Mary?) Hosanna! From where? From my despair do I dare to pose such a posing question?
Remove your madding thoughts. Becalm like the bluebird.
Explain, voice, my choice. Will my radio play? Will my hips again sway?
I wait sans answer.
The faucet drips leathery through my vino-filled veins. The antennaless radio’s static-buzz, like the vivific current of the vacant velvety Vermillion river vaguely venturing via Verndale home to Victoria.
(plop . . .) Oh Mary, forsake me not.
(buzz . . .) Yet I stand
(plop . . . ) like the deerskin covering the thorny tree,
(buzz . . .) forsaken.
A varying vicissitude of verse…. 😀
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