I won, I won, I won the terrible poetry contest this week. If you missed it check out all the entries here.
i got you out when it
was darker than the darkest
night, when the silence
wasn’t golden, it was burnt
like toast forgotten in the
toaster, when all stared at me
not perplexed, kind of,
mean, if you know what I mean,
mean like Mexican bean beans.
it was you that brought
sunlight to my life, that made me
feel accepted and perhaps
even like liked
it was you who made others
smile, not that kind of smile
when they are placating you,
but that kind of smile when they
think what you said was actually
a little bit funny
where are you now, where could
you be hiding … in a suitcase perhaps
perhaps, then it was the best
of times, but now it is the worst
of times, for you, I miss you oh
sense of humor who stood by me when
I couldn’t think of what to say but,
now you are gone, gone as in absent, perhaps
forever, forever, ever
Ok, the first person to guess and post in the comment what this is an elergy to will feature in the next terrible poem (I can almost hear the envy)
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Doreen paused in the doorway of the room, overwhelmed by what she saw. When she had applied for the position she had imagined majesty, orderliness and a sense of awe but this blew that notion to smithereens.
For a moment she hesitated but as she sensed a presence in the room she turned, bowing low to the ground, as she recognized the other.
“What do you call yourself?” The fawn said at last and Doreen almost fainted, such a sweet voice it had!
“Doreen,” She replied, “It’s an honor to meet you.”
The fawn considered her for a moment, “If you could catalogue everything that would be fabulous. Now that we have been announced the rightful rulers of earth we must decide what to do with your waste products. Is it true that you work so you can have this trash?”
Doreen blinked, “I would be more than pleased to accept some of this trash as payment, your honor.”
The fawn blinked, “Take what you want, I’m going outside to graze.”
As the other departed Doreen smiled broadly, perhaps this hadn’t been her worst decision; she thought as she peered into the glass bookcase, how old was that Bible exactly?