Poetry: Anytime, Anyplace, About Anything – Common Chaos
By, Donna M. Monnig
The owl landed on the generator
wanting to abscond upwind with it,
He did so to impress the cowbird
who thought he was a twit.
The ghost lived in the gutter; killed
by artillery in the second world war,
He could no longer eat cheese, salt,
or truffles due to a bilious disorder.
The quahog lived in the willowy sea-
weed, beneath the mercurial water,
He liked living down below, away
from those dunderhead otters.
Non-pereil was Cyclops’ ego; twice
his rodomantades had caused uproar,
He tought seeing the future made him special -
didn’t he know his third eye was an eye sore?
The svelte Arabian horse danced
across the desert curling his lip,
He’d recently eaten a clove of garlic,
and his water, he’d squandered his last sip.
Through all the chaos of these separate
stories, a common thread, there is but one,
They’re all connected in this poem,
which miraculously is now done!
©Donna M. Monnig
I know this poem is pretty stupid but here it is anyway. The NaPoWriMo prompt for today was to write a poem using at least five words from a list of 28 words which were:owl, generator, abscond, upwind, squander, clove, miraculous, dunderhead, cyclops, willowy, mercurial, seaweed, gutter, non-pareil, artillery, salt, curl, ego, rodomontade, elusive, twice, ghost, cheese, cowbird, truffle, svelte, quahog, and bilious. As you can see, I decided to use them all.
NaPoWriMo prompt: Day 20
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