Open Poetry #50 |
Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Five...You Don’t Have To Be Red To Have A Blast... |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
In my love for you my sweet, not a worry comes to mind Where each seed that has been planted there are flowers now to find Wading through the grain fields is a walk down lovers lane Even though I broke my leg, still there is no pain Trodding on to Grandma's house with horn-o’-plenty's yield, my crutch wedged 'tween the cobblestones, fracturing Achilles heel Then I came upon a pig's retreat built of straw n’ sticks n’ mortar, when suddenly a wolf appeared, asking for Grandmother "Aren't you just a bit confused", I asked the feral wanderer "Grandma's house is three miles back, if you’re looking for food to plunder" "‘Tis food indeed I seek little lass”!...the furry foe did say “Just a peek inside your basket and you’ll soon be on your way”! So I set the tricky timer and stepped back a pace or two, the Wolf popped open the basket and... “Ka-BOOM!!” ...left nothing but his shoes! ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Bluesy! What a fun read! I much prefer your ending to the original. You really did a great job with this one. You are a funny guy. ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
So many thanks, Miss Lori. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Cute lil' tale from start to finish Bluesy ~ Thankies for the smile Alana |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
'preciate your reading and commenting, Miss Pinky. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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