Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day; so carry around a poem in your pocket today. Or roll like me and carry a poem in your pocket every day.
For today’s prompt, use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem (using a word or two in your title is fine); for extra credit, try using all 6:
- pest
- crack
- ramble
- hiccup
- wince
- festoon
Most Endless Talker
He is and always has been a pest.
He opens the door, just a crack.
And begins to talk, to ramble
on and on and on and on. Even a hiccup
doesn't slow him down. He says, "Anyway, then she said..." I wince
give up, and as he wishes, like every year, drape him in the first place festoon.
He is and always has been a pest.
He opens the door, just a crack.
And begins to talk, to ramble
on and on and on and on. Even a hiccup
doesn't slow him down. He says, "Anyway, then she said..." I wince
give up, and as he wishes, like every year, drape him in the first place festoon.
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