Customary inconveniences

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Carpet burns
Adorned her knees
It was the only way
She could appease
And what do you think
She was doing down there?
Searching under the bed
For his dirty underwear!

© 2019 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: Carpet burns adorned her knees

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A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.

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He loved her dearly
And she loved him
But at last the two
Could never begin

For each was already
Betrothed to another
The fate of their lives
Decided by their mother

So off they both went
And married their intended
With gorgeous rings exchanged
The weddings were splendid

And yet sadness filled
Their unquenched desires
All hopes and dreams
Had permanently expired

And at the end of their lives
When their mothers were dead
The two yearning couples divorced
Marrying their darlings instead

And finally happiness
Bloomed at the very end
No longer did either of them
Have to pretend

A lifetime of love and laughter
Could have saved them all
If long-lasting traditions
Hadn’t been their downfall

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.

Imperial units

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Down the line
They made their way
Those imperial units
Marched all day

Duty called
And they were there
As the world slept
Most unaware

Tensions ran high
But they stood brave
Not a single soldier
Dared misbehave

They knew the drill
And worked as a team
Just like a well-oiled
Solid machine

Flinching not
Each straight and sturdy
Awaiting instructions
For their long journey

Always prepared
Formal and ready
Holding their heads
High and steady

Determined and fearless
For the mission ahead
Knowing that some
Would at last fall dead

This was their place
Each determined to strive
For this was the calling
Of their chivalrous lives

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: Imperial units

*Dedicated to my hubby who has given up so much of his life to protect our country.

A touch of perfect

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He was a touch of perfect
And yet perfect was never meant to last
And the problem seemed to stem
From when the present became the past

Over the years he changed
His familiar face I could no longer see
And it was a heart-crushing moment
When he was no longer who I knew him to be

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt: A touch of perfect

Poor Petunia

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She heard him stumble in
Smelling of smoke and cheap wine
It was half past two
And he had crossed the line

She’d been sound asleep
In such peaceful repose
Then he staggered in
And began licking her toes

She tried to be nice
Even gave him a quick wink
But she was tired of his shenanigans
Whenever he would drink

So she rolled right over
And ignored his advances
He needed to learn
There were only so many chances

© 2018 Michelle Cook


*This is Petunia’s side of the story, you can find Peter’s here.

Poor Peter

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He came to her
With eyes sparkling bright
It was half past two
In the middle of the night

He was grinning wide
From ear to ear
And had a message for her
That was crystal clear

She winked at him
Then went back to sleep
He was left dazed and confused
Yet made not a peep

His mischievous smile faded
As he gave up the go
Accepting the sad truth
That there would be no show

© 2018 Michelle Cook


This is Peter’s side of the story, you can find Petunia’s here.