28 Tuesday May 2019
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Our lives
Constant battles
In states of confusion
Much ado about everything
For naught
May Writing Prompts – Much Ado About Everything – Day 28/31
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27 Monday May 2019
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I caught him looking down at me
Face in a frown, not happy to be
Up in the sky, I could clearly see
Something was coming, no mystery
Where once it was blue, now it was gray
What happened to my nice, sunny day?
Who sent dark clouds, over this way?
I wish the nice weather was here to stay
All of a sudden, the clouds started to tumble
Off in the distance, I heard something rumble
I’m pretty sure I heard someone else mumble
It’s cloudy, my dear, with a chance of grumbles
Sure enough, there he was, still looking down
Furrowed eyebrows, face remained in a frown
Started to think, he looked more like a clown
Realized, in his rain, I could possibly drown!
With a wave of my hand, I bid him goodbye
Slammed the door shut, and let out a sigh
I didn’t want him to find me, though he did try
It was then, I noticed, he had started to cry…
May Writing Prompts – Cloudy With a Chance of Grumbles – Day 27/31
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26 Sunday May 2019
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We start out very small, and oh, we are such cuties
With a diaper on the bottom, to cover up our booty’s
Everyone coos at us, and we think that’s just grand
Of course, you realize, it’s exactly how it’s planned
The years go on, and slowly, our diapers disappear
Instead, in place, is underwear, to cover up our rear
We learn to use the bathroom, for other than a bath
Having to pull down our undies, sure gives us a draft
Still more years pass by us, we’ve got it under control
Our body tells us when it’s time, to visit a nearby bowl
We take it all for granted, it will always be this way
Til we realize, something’s different, and gone astray
Where once we knew our bodies well, it has changed
And all our underclothing, must now be rearranged
Instead of fancy underwear, we’re in diapers once more
And those taking care of us, are the ones, we cared for
May Writing Prompts – The Age of Incontinence – Day 26/31
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25 Saturday May 2019
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A fiery apple, she quietly lures
Outside the town, nobody did notice
To her advantage, she uses a spell
This gypsy girl, mysterious poetess
Chanting rhymes and incantations
He falls for her, much to his chagrin
She knows exactly how to charm
But the fairy tale would never begin
Anger holds her tighter than love
He is doomed, in the aftermath
Never to see home, again, he is done
Easily bitten, by the apples of wrath
May Writing Prompts – The Apples of Wrath – Day 25/31
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24 Friday May 2019
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Hanging upside down, in a nearby tree
Is a cuckoo bird, and he’s on an eating spree
Gobbling down Rambutan, delightfully sweet
He can’t get enough, so he uses both feet
As well as his beak, to stuff them all in
When suddenly, above him, his tail does spin
He tries to be cool, but his wings start sprawling
Usually what happens, when the cuckoo’s falling
May Writing Prompts – The Cuckoo’s Falling – Day 24/31
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