Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Write a humorous poem
Use any form of poetry you like
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I wanted to write a poem, just a verse or two for the night. But I couldnāt find an idea, nothing just seemed quite right.
I pondered a verse of loveā but what good would that do? Iāve written about that topic before, time to find something new.
A hornet appeared in my thoughts (There was dead one in the window sill) a verse of anger seemed fitting but didnāt give much of a thrill.
I read some poems of othersā (There are folks out there who can write!) Looking for inspiration but my mind put up too much of a fight.
I drifted to my unfinished odes, thought Iād found a treasure or two, toyed with some, words wouldnāt come, Iād have to start a poem anew.
But my spirit would not be deterred!
My desire would not be denied!
I would pen a great masterpiece,
then share it with folks with prideā
Loftier themes then came to me of injustice, the law, and the like, a verse to challenge societal norms but my words were weak with no bite.
Oh why was this task so difficult? Why was this write so hard? Where was my muse to guide me? Time to give up and this poem discardā¦
Because I wanted to write a poem just a verse or two for the night, But I guess Iāll just try tomorrow and you know what? Thatāll still be alright.
āCan i take your orderā he said From the other line And she thought to herself A cheese pizza sounds fine.
āIāll take a large pizza Plain, only cheese Can I get the thin crust And with minimum greaseā
The man took a moment And then came back to her He said āis that allā And the rest was a blur.
She was done with her order And he said, āyour food will come soon.ā She said her goodbyes And said, ābye, love ya too.ā
Then she hung up The panicked arose She proclaimed her love To some pizza boy.
She thought about calling But left it as that And awkwardly received the pizza That made her so mad.
You, so patient, a clerk At Barnes & Noble ā¦Noble? Maybe. Saintly? Absolutely, As that woman you helped Find a book, Told youāin detailāwhy she Loved the previous works of an Author You could not care any less About.
You, so patient, a barista? No, a book seller, working in the Barnes & Noble cafe; Working the coffee machines; Not burning the milk. You only know the drinks on the menu, But people ask for things, Special things, as though you Are A barista and not going for your MFA in pre-millennial Norwegian surrealism; They ask you, one after the other, Why you donāt accept Starbucks Gift cards.
You, so patient, middle-aged man Still rocking a soul-patch and open flannel Over T-shirt, your Vans hinting you skate Or You used to But now youāre a stepdad to two Mostly sweet kids And you work the later shift so you can Take them to school So your wife can work the morning shift In the ICUā Which you are happy to do: stacking books, Sending employees on their 15s, And waiting until Thursday night After work band practice In Dinoās garage.
You, so patient, in the Info Booth, A clerk, Trying to help a manā Masked and hard to understandā As he repeats things like āItās a mystery, about submarines, But I think itās a western, also, Let me call my friend, Charlie, he Recommended It to me, he lives in Yuma now, To get away from the cold rains we get Here, Hey, Charlie, whatās the name of that, Charlie, whatās the, itās Donald, yeah, Donald, Yeah, what was the name of that book you Recommended, Yeah, the submarine westernā¦ Oh, okay, take care. He doesnāt remember the name, But I guess itās not about submarinesā¦ā
It used to be just you and me Always living our lives so freely
And then one night you came home late I had to reheat your dinner plate
And hide the tear stains on my cheeks That was the third time you were late that week
And I almost knew what was going on But you held me and rocked me and sang me a song
But what was quite peculiar Was the scent of vanilla on your shirt
But you convinced me I was your only And I foolishly believed that it was just me
I forgot about it for a long while But I still felt like we were falling out of style
And then another night you donāt show up I decided then and there Iād had enough
I used the tracker on my phone To find the reason you werenāt coming home
You were in a Target parking lot The weird thing is that you were stopped
So I drove down to the grocery store And behold my widened eyes, galore
There you were, in the backseat Tangled up with a woman but I only saw her feet
And I did not like the sounds that were coming to my ears It was everything that I had ever feared
Am I not enough? I asked, Telling him heās such an ass
Heās stuck in a state of denial But he aināt denying this trial
You know what? I say, Weāre done, have a horrible day
And I got in the car and stepped on the gas Trying to get away from him - and fast!
(Based off Stephen Kingās IT)
We all float down here, And soon you will too, Youāll come and join us one by one, And weāll be a happy zoo!
See, I used to be in a circus, But then we where all blown away, Now I cackle down in the sewers, As I wait for you to come and play
Iām in your bathroom, Yep! Right down in the sink, Iām in that old house, With a smile and a wink!
Come give me a hug! And come join me down here, For soon weāll all float, And there will be nothing to fear
letās make some paper boats, And float up and up and up, You can try to save the day, But soon youāll float too!
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