This week let’s write a humbug poem. There’s a sucker born every minute. How many of them are poets? Post your answer in the comments below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Humbug
This week let’s write a humbug poem. There’s a sucker born every minute. How many of them are poets? Post your answer in the comments below.
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Posturing, though they may
they don’t have much to say
much as they babble
and spend much on travel
they don’t have legs
just golden eggs
Bah hack
take it all back
you don’t know the truth
you’re bound to lose
my hair is fine and shiny
and I am great at whiney
Trickery is so hot
you might just beat the clock
despair I won’t
because you don’t
have the steam to make
for the change it takes
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Posted by Lisa Tomey | May 14, 2019, 3:49 PMNever Trust a Gargoyle
That’s Not a Waterspout
Gargoyles protect
so the saying goes
scaring off evil spirits
& saving brick mortar
by shooting rain
from their nose
But if a knock at the door
shows a gargoyle about,
gargoyles don’t visit,
step down from their mount,
hold fast the door —
the goblins are out!
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Posted by Steve Croft | May 14, 2019, 2:00 PM