Two Poems for the Proud

Chel Owens

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.

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“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”

  8. 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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