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Saturday's post on steveroni.
MAGPIE 24
the bad bed
the bad bed
Beautiful, comfortable, sleepable big bed.
"Why only half-used?" She mused...
Responding to herself she said
"He went away, in middle of night
And now I cannot tolerate the sight
Simply cannot stand Stan
Any more, that stupid man!
It has been nearly two weeks since
(Just thinking of it makes me wince)
And I have heard a bit of news--some
Crazy man jumped off a thirteenth floor
To his death. Oh! Think of the gore,
All those broken bones and more.
It could NOT have been "stupid-the-bore"--
Or...could it? I'll just go back to bed. ZZzzsnore!
Can't get to sleep.
Damned horn Beep.
What is it, Pops?
Oh God, it's the cops!
Ma'am, do you know this man?
Officer, this is the guy who ran
Out on me, left me all alone.
Don't care if he NEVER comes home.
Shhhh! Now she is thinking:
OMG, I cannot suppose
That big ugly construction fellow
With two rings in his nose
(couldn't abide streaks of "yellow")....
Oh crap--he DID say he'd "take care of things".
Packing two guns along with those rings
Did he "take care of" my man?
Oh! What they do to you, Stan?
My bed is but half filled
No more will I be thrilled
By such as your sweet touch
I sill love you very much
But rot in hell, you bag of bones!
Again my bed and I are not alone
Didn't you ever, ever even once suppose
I might be playing with the rings in Joe's nose?
"Why only half-used?" She mused...
Responding to herself she said
"He went away, in middle of night
And now I cannot tolerate the sight
Simply cannot stand Stan
Any more, that stupid man!
It has been nearly two weeks since
(Just thinking of it makes me wince)
And I have heard a bit of news--some
Crazy man jumped off a thirteenth floor
To his death. Oh! Think of the gore,
All those broken bones and more.
It could NOT have been "stupid-the-bore"--
Or...could it? I'll just go back to bed. ZZzzsnore!
Can't get to sleep.
Damned horn Beep.
What is it, Pops?
Oh God, it's the cops!
Ma'am, do you know this man?
Officer, this is the guy who ran
Out on me, left me all alone.
Don't care if he NEVER comes home.
Shhhh! Now she is thinking:
OMG, I cannot suppose
That big ugly construction fellow
With two rings in his nose
(couldn't abide streaks of "yellow")....
Oh crap--he DID say he'd "take care of things".
Packing two guns along with those rings
Did he "take care of" my man?
Oh! What they do to you, Stan?
My bed is but half filled
No more will I be thrilled
By such as your sweet touch
I sill love you very much
But rot in hell, you bag of bones!
Again my bed and I are not alone
Didn't you ever, ever even once suppose
I might be playing with the rings in Joe's nose?
--steveroni
As I understand, to do a MAGPIE, write a short story or rhyme using MAGPIE'S weekly PICTURE as a guide. It is REALLY FUN--or I would not be here. Go to MAGPIE for more info, hardly any rules...and lots of leeway for this one, Peeps!
