that there poem

was naughty, any way.
what do we care
if it ran away?

we won’t miss its
scream, or squall or sway.

we’ll let it stew
awhile in its own
nasty juices. no more
temper tan
-trums or lame excuses.

see that there trail
it left behind? bread crumbs,
low hums, old pork rinds?

let’s follow them. maybe
it’s changed
its mind.
 

 

..
inspired by my poetical friend and encouraging reader, Anne Katherine,
who said i should write a “that there poem” poem. 😉

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4 Responses to that there poem

  1. Shawna says:

    So cute. 🙂 I love the opening, the part about stewing in its own nasty juices, and the bread crumbs section.

  2. Shawna says:

    Wow, are you getting ready for the April poetry slam? It’s right around the corner!

  3. 🙂 I knew that there would be naughtier than this. Though perhaps this is just sneakier.
    I love the correct use of its and it’s in the last stanza. I mean I am SO conditioned these days to see them both used incorrectly it’s just a breath of fresh air to see!

    • whimsygizmo says:

      Thanks again for the inspiration.

      I have already decided that this summer my (junior high) children will be required to do homophone practice – it’s and its, here and hear, their/there/they’re, etc. If I never, ever teach them anything else in life, they are gonna reach adulthood knowing the difference. 😉

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