Oh my! Just a smidgeon
of poison. He is gone,
but now I am left
with five glasses.
Might have to buy
six new ones. What
a bother to clean
up this mess. Well,
he always was accident
prone.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
Sara, I enjoyed this poem, the humor and horror of it.
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Have to have a sense of humor, no matter what. Thanks, Mike.
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Reads like one of those wonderful British sitcoms ….. cheers.
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Thanks, Helen!
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Or break another one and just have four! Smiles.
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That could work!
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Haha! Humor in horror
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Have to have a sense of humor!
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Absolutely!
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O Dear, seems she forgot there generally is a mess to clean up after we kill our mean guy off. In Texas we call that a “shotgun divorce”.
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A case of not thinking far enough. Thanks, Jim.
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ha ha
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Thanks, Rall!
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Cleaning up, moving on. 🙂
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Right, nothing to see here!
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so pithy from your murderous muse!
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Thanks, Laura!
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Murder and poetry…love it Sara!!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Delightful Sara!
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Thanks, Linda!
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Oh those broken glasses. What a bother! Love it.
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Thanks, Bev!
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Ha! Love it!
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Thanks, JYP!
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