“a friendly chat”

Written for:  The Twiglets #314 - a friendly chat

Thought this was going to be
a friendly chat.  Why did you
bring a bodyguard?

We decided to have a friendly chat,
and bury the hatchet. By the time
I left, I wanted to bury the hatchet
in her.

eagerly awaits
aroma of jasmine tea
a good friend

            She told him right off the bat
         she'd not live in a house with a cat. 
               She knew about Louie,
               saw boxes from Chewy,
        so clearly this was a pointless chat.


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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7 Responses to “a friendly chat”

  1. Hahaha! That is great. I love how it ends with a perfect Limerick!


  2. Misky says:

    A cup of tea can make everything right!


  3. Jules says:

    Some ‘Chats’ can be worthless. When we were ‘teens’ we (at least I) thought that chatting with parents was a bit useless. Eventually parents become ‘smarter’ but …
    Anyway fun verses.


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