Heading out to my first open mic of the month but I got today’s poem done just in time. If you’re in Carrboro come out to Oasis at 7pm tonight and you just might hear me read it.
And today is actually a special day: Two for Tuesday! Pick one prompt or use both, your choice!
- Write a worst case poem. What’s the worst that could happen?
- Write a best case poem. Take the worst and reverse it!
My Boyhood Paper Route
Best case scenario:
the big black dog will bark
at me from behind their front door.
But it was the worst case
that wound up my mind
as I pedaled my route
stomach quivering
as the bag lightened
with each delivery.
What if he’s loose?
What if he’s angry?
What if his bark
isn’t worse
than his bite?
Will I struggle
home bloodied
or be found dead
on their porch
paper in hand
already red?
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
A pun!
What fun.
(Does this count as my poem of the day?)
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It counts though you’ll need to write one twice as long tomorrow.
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You always have that one last piece that gets me in the ahhah!! Or is is HAHA? Good one!
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Thanks! I doubt I’ll be able to keep this up all month.
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I bet you will😊
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Good luck tonight!
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Thanks. It was a fun little open mic. I read some Millay, some Frost and then my most recent postings here. As expected, the homophonic puns didn’t go over as well.
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Excellent play in your close! I hear myself behind the door saying to my big black dogs, “That paperboy has no idea you’ll kiss him to death does he?” Wonderful post!
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Thank you. Fortunately, my fear of that particular dog did not metastasize into a general fear of the species and now being kissed to death by big black dogs would be an acceptable way to go.
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Clever! Put a smile 😊 on my face!
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I’d forgotten about this one. Glad you found it and that it made you smile.
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