Two Poems for the Proud

Young Simon put everyone down
With insults and pointings and frowns.
Himself, he adored –
For a date, he implored;
Yet, ev’ry girl turned that jerk down.


“Look at me,” cried the balancing girl
As, on rooftop, she walked with arms whirled.
Despite your assumption,
Her balance resumption-ed,
And she, once on ground, died by squirrel.

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©2020 Chel Owens

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22 thoughts on “Two Poems for the Proud

  1. petespringerauthor October 16, 2020 / 12:06 am

    Good for those girls! We don’t need any more jerks like Simon around.

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  2. Norah October 16, 2020 / 1:03 am

    Amusing. Well done, Chelsea.

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  3. masercot October 16, 2020 / 1:59 am

    You could’ve warned us that it was limericks, Chelsea…

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  4. ellenbest24 October 16, 2020 / 2:17 am

    Well, the ending bit me. Dead on the ground … next the squirrel. 😮

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    • Chel Owens October 16, 2020 / 10:39 am

      😀 It was supposed to be funny. How does one die by squirrel? They’re so tiny.


  5. dumbestblogger October 16, 2020 / 7:29 am

    I’ve known a couple Simon’s. One of them stole my guitar so he could pitch woo outside the Women’s dormitory.

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  6. Michael B. Fishman October 16, 2020 / 10:59 am

    Death by squirrel… the stuff of nightmares. Them with their little sharp claws and their little sharp teeth and their little beady eyes.

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    • Chel Owens October 16, 2020 / 11:06 am

      But they’re so cute!


  7. johnlmalone October 17, 2020 / 12:33 am

    I enjoyed these two little romps, Chelsea; I enjoy people getting their come-uppance 🙂

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    • Chel Owens October 24, 2020 / 1:53 pm

      That’s what they get for rhyming with ‘girl.’

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