Tag Archives: November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2011

The Game Show Host Problem

The Game Show Host says, “Let’s see where we are. You’ve got the jet ski package and the car, The Cancun cruise, the autographed baseball… Looks like a lucky day for you so far.” The Lovely Lucy, made up like … Continue reading

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That’s Why They Call It “Evening”

Some mornings I awaken late; On others I anticipate The buzzer set the night before And fling my feet from sheet to floor Without a single snoozebar tap. Both latter (great) and former (crap) Reliably barometrize The coming day. Before … Continue reading

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True Hollywound Story

The holly bush, that festive shrub, Has leaves on which you shouldn’t rub– Or even graze–your leg or arm: This plant exists to do you harm. The male has berries, small and red; The female’s green unless you’ve bled In … Continue reading

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Hip-Hip! Whatever.

Here’s to the mocking, distrustful and jaded, The kinfolk of yin, when yang equals elated. The bitter, contemptuous cynics among us Who feast on fine truffles and taste only fungus. The fervent Scrooge-groupies (until he recanted) Whose attitude is, by … Continue reading

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Tough Row To Hoe? And How!

Back in the day (As no poet would say) If the rhyme wasn’t perfect Well, that was okay. As long as the spelling Was similar, you Were allowed to plough through And rhyme you with, say, thou. With all due … Continue reading

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Consumption Junction

Gimme gimme gimme Lemme have that thing you’ve got, Are you gonna finish that? I’ll take it if you’re not. I’m kinda stuffed from dinner So I’ll wrap it up to go. I might get hungry later on And, well, … Continue reading

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Gatherers

The hunters, rested, rinsed and ravenous Flagon-fisted, overflowing cheer Assemble for the feast, their names embossed On paper placecards shaped like turkeys crossed With buckle-hatted pilgrims. T-Day’s here! Prompted by November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2011 – Day 24

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