Open Poetry #1 |
Written Response to 'Lost: Man's Ring Finger in Pupu Platter' |
Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Dear Lost, For fun and song we went to dinner, my friends for fun, and I the latter With great dismay, upon my tray, a finger in my pupu platter! At first disgust! Repulsion! Dread! These thoughs inside my head they gonged Until I sat in contemplation, of the man this digit once belonged... I saw the knuckle, rough and worn, a handyman, perhaps the trade?.. perhaps a saw-stroke gone awry, had caused this one fingered parade... The ring of gold had many chips, a marriage holding strong? When was the day t'was first displayed, was the time ago so long? A scar which crags across the pad I wondered of its cause A knife misused, a slip and fall, a callous clank of canine jaws? And the fingernail so smooth and round, you must have trimmed it so ne'er again shall he be cut, for ne'ermore shall he grow... You wonder why I write you now, my good four-fingered chum, I'll provide your ringed phlange...when you provide me with your thumb! Plus Postage. ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
LOL! Ewwwww..LOL! Oh my....hee hee. That's pretty funny. Ok, I'm going overboard again. Great job Poetwheel. |
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Aly Junior Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 35 |
that wuz cool !!!! thanks for replying to mine! I like the pupu platter idea! |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Anyone with a mind that can concoct this poem deserves a big hand and not just a finger! |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
A friend of mine used to accompany me to eat pupu platters on Saturday afternoons at the local Chinese spot and Minh the Terrible was the head Waiter, the Bartender was Noola and one day we had dumplings and I saw the dumpling's twin run lickety-split past the garbage can near the ladies room.... same grey little rodent, it appeared, as was lingering on the plate... and I said to myself, "I'm leaving" and then I got up to leave and said outloud, "I'm not coming back here again, that's for sure" and I never did and now they're closed but nevertheless, I still like Chinese food. Go figure. Great poem. How's the weather up there in Canada? Awfully hot down here. dp |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Thanks Doreen! Interesting to hear your Pupu platter problems...perhaps we should form a support group?... As for the weather, PW operates out of Newfoundland, a hunk of rock in the middle of the Atlantic (thats no joke...) The weather has been great...Thanks again, PW ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow http://www.stormloader.com/poetwheel/den.html |
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