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The worrywart

~ ~M ~ 38 Comments

Worried about the future
Worried about the past
The worrywart’s worries
Make him such an outcast

He dwells incessantly
On things that bring demise
Every potential threat becomes
Something to analyze

The rest of the world just goes on
Rolling their logical eyes
As the worrywart frets
Becoming panicky and paralyzed

It’s a sight the regulars can’t handle
A disgrace to the sensible ones
But the worrywart still worries
Pleading for help from anyone

And then the worries start to spread
Like a disease that infects the mind
Although the worrier means no harm
The repercussions are still unkind

Then more worrywarts abound
Born of dread and social fear
And life becomes a disastrous mess
As the worries fill every ear

From coast to coast and sea to sea
The endless cycle spreads
And now we’re all just worriers
Wishing we were dead

© 2023 Michelle Cook

*The drawing is my own attempt at creating a worried warthog.  I wanted to do something silly for this one and make it as unrealistic and absurd as possible.  So if you haven’t laughed yet, I guess I’ve failed miserably.  But if you’re at least smiling and shaking your head in disbelief, then I guess I’m doing alright.  😉 ~M 

Warty

~ ~M ~ 8 Comments

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Warty was her loathsome name
And magic was her very best game
She put other witches to awful shame
With her unrivaled and eagle-eyed aim
She seemed a fairly normal witchy dame
Except for her keen ability to maim
Which was actually sort of depressing and lame
As she could inflict the worst ever pain
And after a single swish and flick of her cane
It was horrendous what some people often became
The majority were certainly never the same
Since her barrage of enchantments left most insane

© 2018 Michelle Cook

For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Witchy warts

Popsicle periscopes and other strange things…

~ ~M ~ 15 Comments

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Popsicle periscopes
And other strange things
All seem to spurt out
Whenever she sings

So run for your lives
As the next thing could be
A rhinoceros tumbling
Right onto your knee

Or perhaps she’ll sneeze
That’s sometimes even worse
Oh the things that come out
You might just curse

She seems to be okay
Whenever she stays quiet
But when she coughs
She often starts a riot

Her shouts can get nasty
Things often burst out
Right from her insides
Which make people shout

The worst thing I’ve seen
Is an elephant with a tuba
She just spewed it right out
As she sang a song about Cuba

So don’t get too close
If she begins to make a sound
You’ll likely be squashed
By whatever hits the ground

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook

For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Popsicle periscopes

 

Fantastical Beasts

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Fantastical beasts
They certainly were
Elusive oddities
Often covered in fur

Colorful creatures
In every shape and size
Sought mostly for
A worthless prize

Some were shy
And lived in dark cellars
And eventually became
Forest dwellers

Some were fierce
And lived in caves
They caused the most trouble
And almost never behaved

Some were silly
And lived by the sea
Those were the ones
Who were happy as can be

Some were curious
And lived in the cities
They thought the bright lights
Were oh so pretty

Those fantastical beasts
Were a curious lot
And it was a complete surprise
Whenever one was spot

Years have gone by now
Since any have been seen
And they say the last one
Was so awfully mean

But who could blame them
With the torture they faced
It seems they all picked up
And left in great haste

It’s hard to imagine
Such a creature could exist
If only they knew
How much they were missed

But that was then
And this is the now
If only things could change
Someway, somehow

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Originally written, October 2017