Smelly

Scary monsters love to smell
Like scary people do
And that is why I hold my nose
Expecting it is true,
But when they stare at me I find
Their stench is not as bad
As those sharp teeth and wicked eyes,
Those mercilessly mocking cries.
I laugh.  It drives them mad.

Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shape Shifting 13 #64 Writing Challenge.  Prompt: “What is that smell?”

The Worm as Existential Dilemma

While a worm writhes in pain on a hook
There are fish who’ll stop by for a look
And then one of them may
Choose to go all the way:
Free the worm and get sent to the cook.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 25: Humor.

The Perplexing Indeterminacy of Envy’s Measurements

To envy what others have got
Keeps me measuring me at each spot
Where I sense some regret.
I would rather forget
What I lack since it’s likely a lot.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 21: Envy.

I Forgot It Was Friday the Thirteenth

Friday’s the end of the week
And the thirteenth as Friday seems bleak,
But I didn’t know
It’s the thirteenth and so
Nothing happened. My monsters stayed meek.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 20: Superstition.

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