07 Thursday Mar 2019
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She fancied herself rather grandish
But truly, her looks were outlandish
She would never be Snow
And this did irk her so
Broken mirror, now seven years blandish
March Writing Prompts – Self-centered situations – Day 7/31
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06 Wednesday Mar 2019
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Dare believe you can
Achieve the impossible
By making it work
In the mere practical sense
That all things are possible
March Writing Prompts – Viable creations – Day 6/31
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05 Tuesday Mar 2019
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Spring break was over long ago
But not so for these three guys
Speeding down the parkway
They were in for quite a surprise
Beach ball and umbrella, packed
Things were flying everywhere
One of them lost his shoe & hat
None of them really seemed to care
Hoping to make it down the shore
Praying they had enough gas
Soon, they’d be at Island Beach
With the rest of the gang, en masse
But something happened to them
They never made it there, no show
The weather got the best of them
They wound up in a bank of snow
March Writing Prompts – Delirious intentions – Day 5/31
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04 Monday Mar 2019
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It’s one of those days
When life throws a curve
And you’re simply too tired
To even try to swerve
Laundries piling up
Dishes need cleaning
All you can think of is
What is the meaning?
Of doing the same thing
Day after day
You decide that it’s crazy
No, it’s not okay
How can this happen
It never seems to end
So you pick up the phone
And you call up a friend
You tell them to come over
To have a coffee or two
Perhaps bring the cookies
That’s what you’d do
Then sit around the table
And hope for the best
When suddenly, kids
And everything’s a mess
They’re running around
Chasing and screaming
All you are hoping is that
You’ve really been dreaming
You tell your friend
You feel like Mother Hubbard
Then it happens, and, splash
The cat falls off the cupboard
Horrified, and soaking wet
She rushes out the door
It’s when you finally realize
You can’t take this anymore
You pack up your suitcase
Wave to hubby, “see ya later!”
He looks like you spoke French
And he needs a translator
Hop in the car, turn on some tunes
And drive around, for a mile
Let out a sigh, head back home
At least you got out for awhile
March Writing Prompts – Sorry, my cat fell off the cupboard – Day 4/31
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03 Sunday Mar 2019
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Tallulah had a mind of her own
Never let anyone inside to see
Seems her head was in the clouds
She was peculiar, as one could be
Hands to ears, so she didn’t hear
All the snickering, as she went by
Silently, she was quite panicky
Though, she didn’t know why
People found her so different
She was sure she was like the rest
Maybe it’s how she wore her hair
Maybe it’s the way she dressed
Nevertheless, she promised herself
To never speak, she wouldn’t dare
The town folk continued to berate
Poor thing, was treated so unfair
Til one day Tallulah had decided
It was time to stand up for what’s right
She stood in the middle of the mall
Making sure she was in everyone’s sight
Shouting at the top of her lungs
Announcing for all who could hear
“If I am peculiar, then so are you!
Just go home and look in a mirror!”
March Writing Prompts – Panicky and peculiar – Day 3/31
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