I combined two prompts today:
For today’s prompt (the first Two-for-Tuesday prompt of the month), write a make sense poem and/or don’t make sense poem.
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual.
Jesus at the Harris Teeter
In my pimpled youth, I worked at a grocery,
mostly restocking and cleaning up.
One day in produce, this long-haired, swarthy guy
approached with a package of dried figs.
“Don’t you have any fresh figs?“
I told him we only got them in summer
and here it was barely April. Nobody
else seemed to notice the faint halo
fluttering over his head.
“You should keep fresh figs in stock.“
I shrugged, this guy wasn’t making sense.
Despite my best efforts, he wouldn’t accept
that for everything there was a season—
only irrational customers were available year-round.
He muttered some curse as he walked away.
My store closed the very next day.