“the last word”

Posted on July 21, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #236 - "the last word"


Once we had
a Bassett hound,
low to the ground
with stubborn,
steadfast paws. 
Whenever he passed
another dog, both
would bark at each
other, but, Walter
always had to have
the last bark.


Would the last human
left on earth
bother with 
a last word?


he heard the word
while playing baseball with friends–
dinner!


            A man hailing from Williamsburg
           always had to have the last word.
             In a card game one night
               he got into a fight
   yelled, 'you cheated'.  He got decked and no more was heard.

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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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6 Responses to “the last word”

  1. Jules says:
    July 22, 2021 at 1:42 pm

    Fun verses – the last one reminded me of the old west and coming up with the Dead Man’s hand of Aces and Eights!

    Hubby always says I can call him anything, except late for dinner 😉

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  2. Arcadia Maria says:
    July 22, 2021 at 10:37 pm

    Nicely done. I really like the ending stanza

    Like

  3. poetrybydebi says:
    July 24, 2021 at 2:19 pm

    I can relate to that Bassett hound, ha. I really like the last one.

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