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

Like what you read? Wanna write one, too? Go ahead, then submit it for this week’s A Mused Poetry Contest!! The deadline is tomorrow morning.

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.

    Liked by 1 person

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

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

    Liked by 1 person

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

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

      Like

  3. 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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  4. 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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  5. 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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