Written for dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #104: “Oh, We’re in a Fix”
(posted by whimsygizmo).
“Today, I want you to fix your thoughts (and poems) on the word fix.
Whether you fixate on the word awhile, or go for a quick fix, be sure to include some form of the word in your 44-word poem: Fix. Fixture. Fixing. Fixable. Fixation. Fixer-upper.
Who knows, maybe poetry really can fix the world.
Fixin’ to fry up
some crispy chicken,
as doorbell chirps.
Bad timin’ as usual,
Bea Lee, chief
gossip, comes callin’.
Sipping ice tea, she starts.
Who’s getting engaged, divorced,
pregnant. Fixed on listenen’, my golden
chicken chars black. How to
fix this ‘afore dinner?
purplepeninportland 
Mmm, fried chicken! I like the “voice” you used in your poem.
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Thanks, Rev!
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Forget the gossip… I am coming for the fried chicken!! This one made me smile! Well done Sara!
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Forget the gossip… I am coming for the fried chicken!! This one made me smile! Well done Sara!
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Thanks, Dwight!
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LOVE the voice in this! My paternal grandma was backwoods Ohioan, to the core, so much of this is familiar! 😉
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Thanks, De. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Ummmm. Charred me some bird tonite. Just there turned into fruit. Gotsta peel it.
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Wonder how you would peel a chicken.
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🙂 Take the skin off the fried version?
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Well that’s no fun.
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🙂
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I giggled as I read your poem … sounds like one of my down home country folk friends!
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Must be fun!
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Some visitors should be banned when you’re cooking.
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Mostly all.
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You may have to invite Bea Lee to dinner, but I can see how that might not be desirable.
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No, Bea needs to buzz off.
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Goodness, order in then and tell her to pay for it. Just kidding, smiles.
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Thanks, Grace. Stay well!
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The dialect, dialogue and terse lines painted a story perfectly!
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Thanks, Mish!
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