of frozen pellets, you might hear
these dented eaves wheeze and sneeze
lubricious comparisons, but
it's a thickly frosted fiction
that their bulbous white noses
look anything like eggshells.
In springtime's crick-cracking they will
however birth a frog with not
so princely disposition:
Hacksaw in hand, he'll eye
your roommate and that footlocker
where she keeps invaluables
of an oddly personal nature.
His plan is to hip-hoppity leave
you red-faced, trying to calm
this panicked friend with un-fairy
tales of a burglar amphibian
who muttered of moral decay,
mis-fabled crowns, and the strangeness
of saved fingernail clippings.
— Francis Scudellari
This poem is written in response to Read Write Prompt #114: All over the map at Read Write Poem. It is a "wordle" prompt with 14 bits of vocabulary neatly hidden here. Click the link to see what they are.
6 comments:
Well Francis this is a strange little tale.Your poetry is always so elegant (even this wacky one! )Picasso used to save his nail
clippings..but you probably knew that already!I liked it.
Brilliant, again. I truly enjoy visiting here...
Very interesting little tale indeed! Nice work!
Pamela
@Rallentanda Thanks. Picasso was a strange one... and he looked a bit like a frog too :).
@Scrybe I appreciate the visits and comments very much.
@Flaubert Than, you!
Fractured and finely so. Maybe the muttering of moral decay will save the world. Enjoyed this!!
nicely done...thanks for sharing this
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