In celebration of an upcoming commercial holiday and to help inspire others to enter The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest, I will write a love poem every day this week.
I also write today’s tale in response to Carrot Ranch‘s weekly writing prompt.*
A simple man, though good and kind
Went walking down the sidewalk line
And saw a simple womankind.
He thought, She looks, to me, quite fine.
Meanwhilst, she glanced in mirrored shrine;
Of café window, ‘neath a sign
And told herself she was quite pline;
Till, seeing, side and just behind
Our simple man, in quite the bind.
Then, from his cellphone, played a chime:
‘Twas evening of Day Valentine.
She smiled, asked, “Have you the time?”
He smiled, too; said, “Not yet nine.
“Would you,” he paused, “Want to be mine
“For supper, now it’s time to dine?”
*Carrot Ranch’s official rules:
February 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sign. It can be a posted sign, a universal sign, a wonder. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by February 12, 2019. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form on the website. Rules & Guidelines.
Photo Credit:
Jez Timms
Chel Owens 
Me being a butthole:
He smiled, too; said, “Not yet nine.
Would you,” he paused, “Want to be mine
For supper, now it’s time to dine?”
“Maybe” she said, now in a bind,
“As long as the meal’s on your dime.”
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Well… I ran out of words. 🙂 He would naturally be chivalrous like that, since he’s good and kind.
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Aww, so nice
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Ha ha
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🙂
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You are so talented!! 😊
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Thanks. 🙂 Most of my ‘talents’ may not always be classified as such.
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What a fun Be Mine response. Hope you are ready for Part II of that tale! 😉
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Only with another easy-to-rhyme prompt. 😉
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Pline meaning slimy? She thought she was slimy? Or pline as in a sidewise rhyme of plain?
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🙂 Sidewise rhyme, of course.
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Here is the postscript for your poem:
The twosome proceeded to together dine,
He was nervous—
She was looking fine.
She, alas, disliked his slurping, even more his constant burping.
Excluding herself to say “My nose I must powder”
Left the uncouth Romeo alone with his chowder.
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Stilted on V Day? You are not feeling very generous. 🙂
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Reality check. Stranger pick ups come with caution.
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With only 99 words, we have to skip a few shady details. 😉
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You are so clever with your words.. 😉
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Thank you, Lisa. 🙂
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