Picnic Gone Awry

Written for:  Sunday Muse 131

What kind of ambience
is this for a picnic? I
cannot tell whether
it is day or night.  
Should have brought
my watches.

What good are your
watches?  They slip
and slide.  No one
is able to read them.

Stop quarreling.  If
I wanted a headache
I could have stayed
home with Diego.



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 Picnic Gone Awry

  1. qbit says:

    “Should have brought
    my watches” – LOLOL!


  2. Helen Dehner says:

    Love the back and forth banter taking place here …..


  3. Beverly Crawford says:

    You tell ’em, Frida! Still, maybe they’re more entertaining than Diego!


  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    This made me giggle. Love it!


  5. Jim says:

    A stary night under the painted moon on I-95.
    My watch would tell.


  6. Carrie V. H. says:

    Love it Sara! Maybe Friday should have stayed home with Diego! LOL


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