Popsicle periscopes and other strange things…

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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

 

Testimony of a peeping alien named Tom

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It appeared to be liquid love
Consisting of a mercurial matter
Which then showered across her chest
This curious essence completely splattered

She was then drenched in translucent passion
From his apparent spasmodic contraction
And this all seemed to be the consequence
Of some unknown gravitational reaction

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Liquid love

Rubbish

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Writing through writer’s block… Take #347 😉

It’s a bright sunny day
Hardly a cloud in the sky
And yet I’m at a loss for words
And I don’t really know why

There’s plenty of things
I’m sure I could write about
Instead I just sit here
With such rubbish coming out

Many people have told me
To give it a rest
Some say it’s simply
Just a meaningful test

But without determination
How can I ever overcome
Isn’t this the best way
To get out of my slum

This poor keyboard
Has seen better days
And she’s begging me to stop
This foolhardy craze

And yet I’m determined to write
If it’s the last thing I do
Sorry if you’ve gotta suffer with me
Though all of this too

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The Crazies

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The Crazies as it’s defined
Is a neighborhood of all kinds
Here is some of what you’ll find…

A pastor
Who is always scheming
A polygamist
Who is usually beaming
A newlywed couple
Who are active and fit
A snobby white guy
Who acts like a twit
A homeschooling mother
Who hides in her house
A serial killer
Who is quiet as a mouse
A traveling duo
Who live the good life
An old geezer
Who has no wife
A preppy family
With a dog named bogey
An obsessive control freak
Who is always smoking a stogie
A hoity-toity couple
Who spoil their dog
An ordinary girl
Who likes to write stories and blog
And last but not least
Let’s not forget the seniors
Or the girls that lay in the grass
We call them dreamers
All of these people
Can be found on our street
So come visit sometime
I’ll save you a seat!

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, 2015

Creaky and Cranky

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Inundated with
Creaky hinges
Afflicted by
Annoying twinges

Growing older
Infested with gray
Almost too tired
To kiss or play

Slowly becoming
Crippled and cranky
Undesirable
No longer swanky

Hard lines
Worn creases
Coming apart
In shreds and pieces

Losing thoughts
Oh what to do
Finding it difficult
To even chew

Getting older
Is so unrightful
Never do it
It is frightful!

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a full month of writing prompts, click here!  Creaky Cranks