There once was a poem, started thus;
Without thought, snacks, or fuss.
The poet, with ease
Never even mentioned Vermont cheese,
Yet wrote it for the Terrible Poetry contest. (Oh. Um -forgot to rhyme-) “Us!”
©2023 Chel Owens
Seriously. Terrible-poeming isn’t as difficult as you think. Write something up and enter this month’s contest. You have till Thursday of this week (loosely). Then, we won’t be holding the contest again till September.
“Now, now, Mrs. Snigglewhiff; that’s hardly mouseylike. Would you please consider using the shavings over-
“MISTER Cheesebiter, if you wouldn’t mind-
“I say; what are you doing at that drink station? Refreshments are for after our-
“What is it, now, Whiskershins? …The Society for Capybara Welfare wishes to be heard? They’ll just have to submit their request in shavings like the rest of us!-
“My word! Will the ringtailed children kindly refrain from using the wheel till after our meeting has adjourned?-”
*SQUEAKHEM*
“I now call to order The Semi-Regular Meeting of Tame Rodentia. First item of business: queuing.”
Moused over for Carrot Ranch‘s writing prompt:
March 7, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a mouse. It can be real, imagined, electronic or whiskered. Go where the prompt leads!
Respond by March 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. Rules & Guidelines.
Photo Credit:
Eligo Design
Chel Owens 