It bleeds up from a brackish bog,
bearlike and bat-faced,
breath of a basilisk.
It bumbles into a basilica,
battling, brawling, breaking bones,
burning, brutalizing human beings.
Until a brilliant boondocks boy
breaks into a brothel’s basement,
and among the bodices and bikinis,
he burgles some bagpipes
which boisterously bewilder
the beady-eyed brute,
banishing it back
to Below the Beyond!
For today’s prompt, write a B-movie poem.
Fantastic and great fun Bartholomew! ☺️
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Thank you, Gypsie!
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Most welcome Bartholomew! 😊
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Clever! I saw that prompt and couldn’t imagine how you write a poem for it but you nailed it!
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Thanks! It probably helped that my initials are BB.
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Well done, Bartholomew. 👏👏👏
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Thank you, Jai.
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Always my pleasure. 🙂
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bodacious-ly backseat and backlot Burbank.
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Blessings, buddy!
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Bafflingly breathtaking!
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Very beneficent of you.
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Alliterative genus. Well done.
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You’re too benevolent. My old paperback dictionary did the work.
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Hahaha that’s a great B poem!!! Great Work!!!!
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Let’s hope I don’t have to write a C poem!
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Hahahah do it
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I’ll consider that a backup prompt if none of the other sources inspire me.
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Good plan!
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Beautiful brilliant because.
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All because of bad movies. Thanks!
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Definitely a B poem! :) Fun.
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Thanks, Susi B.!
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