Punch-alated

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille #160: 
Poem that pack a punch  (posted by whimsygizmo)

"In case you can’t tell, today I’m feeling a little punchy. I’m after the perfect poetic punchline. So grab your word punching bag and get started. Turn a punch recipe into a refreshing poem. Holepunch your way into the lyrical universe, and dive right in. Don’t pull any punches; I want you to punch that writer’s block timeclock and just go for it."


He was punch-drunk,
smelled of skunk.
His head went clunk!
He was in a funk.
He knew he’d flunk
the test–be sunk.
He’d pack a trunk,
filled with his junk,
like jeans, preshrunk,
and his music, punk.
Maybe he’d become a monk.

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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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19 Responses to Punch-alated

  1. I like the rhyming scheme in this poem. Nice job.

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  2. msjadeli says:

    Sounds like he’s at a crossroads.

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  3. Rob Kistner says:

    Well written Sara… 👍🏼🙂✌🏼That poem is a slam-dunk!

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  4. Sadje says:

    Haha! Good one Sara

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  5. rothpoetry says:

    Well done! Punch with a punch did him in!

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  6. whimsygizmo says:

    Ha! So much fun rhyme here, Sara! Nicely done!

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  7. Ali Grimshaw says:

    What fun rhymes. I’m impressed.

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  8. lesleyscoble says:

    You didn’t flunk with this rhyme! 👍

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