Written for The Daily Post at WordPress.com, Roaring Laughter

What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?

was that
time, we went
away with friends,
entered out two room
cottage, and heard strange sounds.
“Ahh-wooooooo! Coming to get you, Red-
riding Hood. I’m the big, bad wolf.”
Then we realized–they were having sex!
Now, every time I hear that song, I howl.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to “Ahh-wooooooo”

  1. Now that is worth a “howl” or two


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