Salty succotash and pencil toppers

Pencil topper stew
just wouldn’t do,
but that was all she had
to feed her crew.

So she went to the store
to buy some beans,
but the brand she wanted
were all bursting at the seams.

So she thought for a minute
about what to do
because bursting beans
would need some sort of glue.

The corn looked good,
so she settled on that,
and then she went home
and put it all in a big vat.

By early that evening,
she had an amazing brew,
and even though a tad bit salty,
it was still a hearty stew.

Her kids were all grateful,
and with tummy’s filled to the brim,
they all settled down
to watch some Grimm.

It wasn’t very long
before the kiddies all crashed,
so she nestled them in their beds
while they dreamt of succotash.

Before long, it was her turn
to finally drift away,
catching the midnight train to dreamland;
she was at last gone on a holiday.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Salty succotash and pencil toppers

Jonathan Michael was his name

If only I could’ve held him
Seen his lovely little face
But fate intervened
And he was lost
without a trace

I wonder what could’ve been
Our lives will never be the same
Some things we miss forever
And Jonathan Michael
was his name

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt: Jonathan Michael was his name

Autumn

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A bouquet of sunshine
Brightens the front door
As eager hands bring back
All they’ve dared to explore

Her face comes alive
As the wind twirls her hair
Of loveliness there is nothing
That could ever compare

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Thanks to Michael for a whole month of writing prompts, click here to view them all; Flowers of Autumn

Hickory and Dickory

boys

Hickory and Dickory
Raced through the room
Light on their feet
Sat on their brooms

Laughter filled
That once bleak place
Smiles abundant
On each young face

Each free to imagine
Permitted to run
Full of happiness
Teeming with fun

Pretending to be
All they could envision
Not even minding
The occasional collision

Young and certain
Contented as could be
Childish antics
Filling them with glee

Cowboys one second
Witches the next
Other times a monster
No one would expect

The beauty of imagination
Pervading young minds
Makes the rest of us wish
We could press rewind

And although we can’t go back
We can still stay young at heart
We just have to rein in
All those lost images from the start

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Hickory and dickory