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Rhymes of horror for the holiday season.
And now, the climactic second half of Tom Turkey’s retail assail (first half here)…
The giant, pissed off turkey is in a shopping mall during Black Friday, about to enter a department store to wreak some havoc.
Flinging victims more with swinging chin sack
Tom strutted on, to serve more turkey payback.
The first to see him spritzed him with perfume,
And offered free makeover looks to bloom.
The turkey’s giant pecker soon dispatched
The girl, then spat out bones and blonde hair thatch.
The other beauty mavens quickly scattered,
Be-misted as their perfume counters shattered.
Tom, now smelling like a willing date,
Paraded aisle by aisle to decimate.
Like Waldorf salad, shoes and handbags mixed
With bathroom fittings, bargains all, deep-sixed.
Tie-clips, leather wallets, arrow shirts
Were cast amidst the junior misses skirts.
The giant gobbler came to escalator,
And mangled it to shrapnel-cluttered crater,
Then leathery wrinkle-crimpled neck upstretched,
The upper story victims now to catch.
Intimate apparel soon was flinging,
But naught of naked pleasure was it bringing.
And any who midst furniture did crouch
Were soon unhidden by a flying couch.
Rage now piquing, Tom made final stop
Destroying china in the bridal shop.
With special pleasure, angry bird now shattered
Gravy boats and matching turkey platters.
The culmination of his rampage reached,
Tom Turkey now delivered one more speech:
“I, Tom Turkey, claim T-Day as my day,
And leave to you this bloody dark Black Friday.
Those of you who manage to find rescue,
Be thankful that at least I didn’t stuff you.”
Fun aside, sincere wishes to you and yours for a fun, fulfilling holiday, and some killer sale bargains. 🙂
Tom Turkey deals some holiday payback on Black Friday shoppers…
With gorge-fest passed or partially digested,
The brick-and-mortar shoppers now infested,
In search of bargains on this Friday black,
A day from which not all would journey back.
The mall was crawling with the teeming rabble;
For one-day discounts each of them did scrabble.
Unnoticed came the beast with ’Zilla hobble
Til it announced itself with giant gobble:
“Behold, you gabbling swarm of gnashing monkeys!
It’s time for me to make some gravy chunky,
To dress your roasted flesh both dark and light—
For Tom the Turkey’s here to set things right.”
As wide as Starbucks, nearly twice as tall,
Stood massive, angry fowl here in the mall!
It towered high above the human din,
And giant sack hung low beneath its chin.
In deadly arc swung sack as fowl fiend spoke,
But those who saw it took it for a joke
And carried on their eager ways to shop,
Assuming Tom was but elaborate prop.
Their nonchalance The Turkey more enraged;
Now war upon the heedless crowd it waged—
A single kick from massive feathered thigh
Sent nearby swath of dorklings up to fly.
Then caravan of carts with plasma screens
The bird dispatched to shattered smithereens.
A darksome den of geeks then caught its gaze;
They would be the next the bird would raze:
“You emo tweens now swarming in Hot Topic—
Let’s put your innards in a sack canopic
And boil them pale to make my gravy broth;
A fitting consume-tion for your sloth.
“And you, in search of latest model phones,
The ones which are of last month’s model clones.
No need to sweat the overage folderol;
Your plan is done—now who you gonna call?”
The beast unleashed new feather-frenzied hell
And rent the twittering texters, cell by cell.
Any who survived now stay in touch
With bandaged cast, and roam upon a crutch.
The angry avian sought victims more,
And soon espied the main department store.
…remainder to appear on Thanksgiving Thursday.
This weekend only (11/23-24). Also available free any time through KindleUnlimited.
Happy Creepy Holidays!
I guess it was just vanity,
Or youth’s naive insanity;
Whatever impulse led me through that door
The youth I was returned from thence no more.
An opportunity too hard to pass—
Big Man on Campus—I would get some ass.
If I had only known, oh what travail!
It’s true at least I ended up with tail.
“I can tell you’re just our species, bro;
Come pledge at house of Kappa‐Upsi‐Rho.
Running with the pack and chasing puss;
That’s the fun you’ll have. Come rush with us!”
There was a coldness in his steely stare
That chilled me to the tailbone; oh beware!
But I was all agog to join his crew;
I didn’t know he led the loup‐garous.
Still free to download until tomorrow.
Pair of daisies lie on sand,
Plucked by lover’s lonely hands.
“Loves me or he loves me not… ”
Until by creeping waves they’re caught
To end their beauty’s fleeting span.
True love or infatuation?
Or just flowers in saturation.
This is an entry in this week’s YeahWrite poety challenge: https://yeahwrite.me/current-weekly-challenges/
The entry is for two of the prompts: the picture itself, and the word infatuation.
More than a ripple,
When I broke postprandial wind.
It stippled my end.
Entry to the Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. This particular challenge is to write a haiku that includes the words ripple and wind.
I live amidst din,
Chaos outside and within.
That’s life! And that’s zen.
Entry to the Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. This particular challenge is to write a haiku that includes the words zen and chaos.
I say, who’d believe you could fit dress so tight,
Mounds of bounteous rapture pressing at every seam?
How about you and I make more fireworks tonight?
Let’s burn out the night in our own living dream.
Bombed and bursting with flair,
Grabbing your derriere.
If you’ll check out my shorts,
The flagpole is still there.
Say, do you still have some virtue to save?
Or would you spend some time, with this star-spangled knave?
Entry to a poetry challenge: write a poem on the theme of fireworks, in only 7 minutes:
I finished exactly at the 7-minute mark! 🙂