A marshmallow peep
On Choco-Easter bunny
‘Tween two graham crackers
Ugh. I missed my NaPoWriMo prompt yesterday. In my defense, it was Easter… and some of us are really busy that weekend. (In compliance with my theme for this year, I was a clown at an Easter Egg Hunt.) I will get one for the prompt today later.
EDIT: Wait… this week’s challenge was for a recipe? Consider this my submittal, then!
Here comes Shoulderblade Sea Cat
Eating pork and beans out of his green hat
He loves his corned beef hash
With some sweet potato mash
Who in their right mind would want to eat that?
The challenge today was seashell names.
What’s on top? Tulips are on top. Also the things that are on top of the tulips.
Olympic days are far long past
When the pole of a barbel grasped
And hoisted up, his muscles strained.
At his red face, the crowds would gasp.
Just 18th place — below the man
Who hailed from old Turkmenistan
Brings low two years of training hard
And living out his minivan.
On the world stage, put to the test
With dreams of medals on his chest
The only dream he ever knew
And judged not even close to best
Denied the gods Olympic glow
Now meekly stocking shelves at Lowe’s
Wond’ring now what could have been
If he’d signed up for hammer throw.
But every year, he comes prepared
To hoist that barbell in the air
On whom the gods bestow their might:
The strongman at the county fair.
It’s poetry form time again! Yip yip! Today, it’s a ruba’i, an AABA style with Persian origins.
The butter aroma chips at my will
A big heaping scoopful of popcorn I take;
The savory taste of light salt gives me thrills
But the rock solid kernel gives me a toothache.
A poem about three of the five senses!