WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 9. Write a “blank of the blank” poem
This chub-a-wub, bushy-tailed cutie who’s embraced his true calling of foodie, has put the kibosh on my nice autumn squash, and reduced my front porch to a nudie.
Her argument couldn’t be finer: “Don’t want you to think I’m a whiner. I’m not just a shirker I AM a hard worker!” She said, from her threadbare recliner.
The once-mighty turkey is … slight. There’s not a potato in sight. The gravy’s spread thinner – More snack-like than dinner. The fridge was attacked late last night.
This debate was more civil than first. But responses seemed vague and rehearsed. Though some orderliness was restored, Many questions were simply ignored.
Undecideds, I’d just like to ask: Did you learn who is up to the task? Or perhaps you just think it’s a crime that the fly did not get equal time. 😉