The Ballad of Ted and Flo – A Raunchier Genre Challenge

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This poem was written for the Genre Challenge:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/genre-writing-challenge-april-5/

Today’s genre and image:

Spicy: a romance in which married characters work to resolve their problems.

 

I have also included the following Word Prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/collar/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/your-daily-word-prompt-plenty-april-5-2019/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/your-daily-word-prompt-flurry-april-4-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Condone

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/05/rdp-friday-laundry/

 

The Ballad of Ted and Flo

Florence and Ted

Were happily wed

But something had gone off the boil

So, one day they decided

And to me, confided

to start rubbing each other in oil.

 

Now I don’t usually condone,

This new raunchier tone,

But there’s a lesson to be learned in all this.

For while there is fun and surprises

In wearing disguises

It doesn’t always end in connubial bliss.

 

Flo told me then

It had all gone wrong when

Ted had suggested they try some role-play

She played a laundress

But it caused much distress

Doing nothing but laundry day after day.

 

Then apparently Ted

Suggestively said

That Flo fitted him with a tight collar

This caused a flurry

And Flo had to hurry

When Ted turned bright red and started to Holler.

 

Now there’s plenty to be said

For trying fun in bed,

But be sure you choose the right way

For Ted and poor Flo

This just wasn’t so

And Flo moved in with me yesterday.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 05/April/2019

 

I hope you enjoyed this light-hearted poem. 🙂

The Owl and the Maiden Bride – A Poem.

This poem was inspired by this drawing by Kira, of Kira’s Sunday Scribbles,

See here:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/14/kiras-sunday-scribbles-12/

 

The Maiden stands at the great ship’s prow

Like a fatted calf or a holy cow,

A forged alliance between ancient foes,

Sent far away from the land she knows.

 

A lonely bride, the Pride of youth,

The tears she shed when told the truth,

Her true love killed in brilliant battle,

And Sold to his killer as the victor’s chattel.

 

No chance to escape or hope to flee

She spies an owl in a gnarled oak tree,

 

“Dear Owl, please deliver my fragile soul,

To the spirit world where my Love doth lie.

And restore to me my hearts true goal,

To dwell, eternal where love can’t die.”

 

And with a scream like a dread banshee,

She threw herself into the ice-cold sea.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 15/October/2018

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/15/your-daily-word-prompt-brilliant-october-15-2018/