When she opened her eyes and said ‘I love you’, he wondered Can it be true?
When she asked for his hand in marriage he asked ‘Are you sure’?
When she said ‘I do’, he secretly thought I find that hard to believe.
When they lived happily ever after, he played Will you still love me tomorrow on repeat.
It was only on her death bed that he plucked up the courage to ask Was it me you loved, or just that I kissed you awake after 100 years of sleep?
The prompt for today was to write a prose poem. I’m not sure I’ve done that. I’m also not sure I didn’t do that.
No feature today. I’m in a hurry, and I didn’t read a lot yesterday. My brain just said STOP.
An underground pit of hungry crocodiles
becomes aware of Gotham city’s radium supply
and plan to steel the precious metal
Bruce’s girl friend Linda Page
thwarts America’s Victory Plans
via an electronic brain implant
Batman sends his American henchmen
along with a zombie (gagged, and unconscious)
With breath-taking rapidity
the hungry crocodiles prevail
– after a terrific battle
Once upon a time there was a prompt about a story telling poem. I didn’t use it. Then along came a prompt that suggested to write about the taste of satisfaction. I didn’t use it. But when a fairy godmother told me to paint, I did. And then seven little dwarfs suggested I could use wikipedia to write an accompanying poem. I did. You will live happily ever after.