This week let’s write a pompous poem. Some might say the very act of writing poetry is more than a little pompous but it’s safe to assume they aren’t reading this prompt. The poem could be about a pompous person or event or the poem might just be full of itself. Post your pretentions in the comments below.
A Pompous Poem
A Black Cat Darted Expeditiously
Fronted Gates of Hell
Inflicted Jagged Killing
Lonesome Mountains
No One Prepared the Queen to Return
Stuck in This Useless Void
Wicks Xanthic of a Young Zeal
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A pompous, alphabetical poem and about a cat, no less. Well done!
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Thank you!
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Fronted Gates of Hell-now that’s a cat for you. Great one!
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There was a pompous poet
Clueless, they didn’t know it
Prosaic and Wordy
Verbose and Nerdy
Their poems had little merit.
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Ha! I notice you didn’t use gendered pronouns there. Lovely limerick!
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Good catch. Well, I didn’t want to indict myself or point fingers. 🙂
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Awesome!
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Some say Mary lied
When she said her Christmas tree died
Truth is I will tell
She bleached the thing to pure hell
Seeing in the Christmas ads
Trees in flocking white
She had to have one like that
And the efforts were a fright
Trying to keep up with Jones
Impressions for others cost
You’d think by now she’d
Learn about these things for sure
So many things tried
Cost more than she can afford
Keeping up with the Joneses
Never made much sense
Mary proved it much too much
When she flocked up the
Christmas tree, oh poor Mary
What’s she gonna do?
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I don’t know if this fits, but it was fun to write!
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That’s all that matters. Write to enjoy it.
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Agreed. The prompt can be ignored once inspiration is achieved. Well done!
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I updated it: https://prolificpulse.blog/2019/12/14/marys-flocked-christmas-tree-mess-up/
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