Aside a dusty carriageway
She waits in soft ennui,
New kicks on casual display,
Her legs at languorous ease.
The sounds of father redirecting men
Upon their enterprise
Commingles with the hot industrious din;
The princess shuts her eyes.
Upon their back-bent labor workers creep,
Soon lulling her to sleep.
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 emotion of schadenfreude.
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On a day more suitable for the beach than the office, here is another groaningly over-reached pun on the WordPress daily writing prompt …
“Dude, I think you missed your crest!
You should be up there with the rest.”
“But then I’m only following the wake.
Sh*t, I’d rather go for outside break.”
For a little change of pace, this is not a response to the WordPress Daily Writing Prompt. Instead, it’s a response to this news item: Mystery pooper at N.J. high school’s track turned out to be superintendent
This stuff really happens. I just make poems about it. 😉
There’s something laying on the track,
A shiny little tube of black.
I’ve seen one like it every morn;
Wherefrom are these wonders born?
Do relay racers drop baton?
Is this a daily doggie bomb?
Who thinks our track’s an outdoor pooper?
I can’t believe it. It’s our Super!
This medical corset’s not working.
As a dancer, my duties I’m shirking!
When I bent to plie
I felt something give way.
Now this ab rupture keeps me from twerking.
Overheard at the haberdashery convention:
“That tailor is sew off the cuff–
Compleately biased basting.
He’s darning us with verbal darts
And notions not worth facing.”
“It seams his chintzy wares will also reek.
Let’s leave before he comes unknit in pique.”
This messy kitchen’s looking awfully heinous.
It’s so depressing, it’s begun to drain us.
But washing dishes, that is sure to pain us.
Your papal “we” makes you sound like a weenie, Gus.
By use of magic bottle this demise we’ll suss.
A gentle rub and out comes jinn to genie us!
WordPress daily writing prompt (word highlighted above).