Come, sit a spell
in the citadel and
help me coral (core all) my
syll-
a
-bulls. Dey got
sharp horns
(and harps, shorn)
and dey songs is harm,
Mon
-(s)izing up all this strange.
You got a pair, a graph
dat might outline all dis
appointment? You got
a sigh-cology
we might share? Sit
right over der, we be
wit you in a month oh
sumdays or two.
Hey. You
wan count to ten? (I sea.)
You wan marry land?
Jus’ come on down to
connect de cut, and
pen syl’s veins, ya.
We state de truce.
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Inspired by an incredibly creative and fun prompt by Gillena over at Toads.
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Nice write. Nice play of words. Luv your spelling of Pennsylvania
Have a nice Sunday
Much love…
So many things to love here.. .I just knew you would love the prompt… the sigh-sology and the marry land… you have hidden so much in this poem… 🙂
Loved the sigh-cology and the names of the States. This is right up your alleyway!
absolutely spellbound…whew…spelling all words your own way…
“sigh-cology” I so love that!
Oh, this one was made for the mind of De Jackson! What great fun!!
The prompt was perfect for your style. Your mastery of word play is wonderfully showcased here.
This made for a fun read, De. I can ‘feel’ the fun you had in writing it. I believe that Pierott’s technique could be made ‘riddle fodder.’
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I LOVE the fun wordplay here, especially “we state de truce”. LOL.
I can hear this coming through your perky little voice. Loved it.
This was a lot of fun to read!