pinch of fog

Written for:  The Twiglets #113 – “a pinch of fog”

Add a pinch of fog
to his medicine; he will
never notice what he is taking.

In times of wishing
to be alone, in a pinch,
fog will occlude you.

She was pinched by fog
but could not prove it.

There once was a man from Quogue
who lived his life in a fog
While out digging for clams
for a dinner he planned
a jellyfish stung, and said, get glasses, you clod.

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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12 Responses to pinch of fog

  1. Misky says:

    LOL! Love your limericks! 😂


  2. Love the second one. They all made me smile


  3. Good job with these 2 poems.


  4. 3rdofthe3rd says:

    Nice poem, as a child I thought fog was magical and walking in fog gives you power. Thank you for reminding me of power and magic.


  5. pvcann says:

    Delightful, brought a smile to my dial


  6. Violet Lentz says:

    You are so clever!! There is so much imagination in everything you write. Loved them.


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