Love Expired – A comedy poem

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He took her to his favourite spot

The day was bright, the sun was hot,

She knew he liked to walk a lot

But she was getting tired.

 

They reached the zenith of the peak

It seemed she’d trekked for about a week,

And now the sweat streamed down her cheek

The walk was not what she’d desired.

 

Breathtaking views greeted her eye

velvet green forests, azure blue sky

but still, she turned and asked him why

“Why drag me up here?” she inquired.

 

Then he realised his big mistake,

The gaffe he’d made and what was at stake,

He should have honeymooned by a lake

or on a yacht, he could have hired.

Rather than this mountain that he admired.

And so like, life, their love expired.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/May/2019

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/05/22/rdp-wednesday-breathtaking/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/05/22/velvet/

FOWC with Fandango — Gaffe

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/05/22/your-daily-word-prompt-zenith-may-22-2019/

 

Tell the Story – A Bedtime Fairy Tale.

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“I’m telling you, he’s only got one!” Jack shouted at the crowd in the bar.

None of them believed he had climbed up that beanstalk. None of them believed that it lead to a world in the clouds.

“I tell you I’ve been to it’s very top, Its Zenith.” Jack protested.

“Yeah, Yeah, I supposed you sneaked up on this giant like a commando, all covered in camouflage. You’re just so full of it, Jack. It’s one tall tale after another with you.”

Just then there came an almighty roar. The ground shook. Glasses and bottles fell off the bar and smashed on the floor.

Outside the beanstalk swayed side to side and from above a sound emerged from the clouds.

“Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum….” It boomed out.

Then through the clouds peered a giant head.

“Cor, He’s right an’all” shouted Tom, the Pipers son. “He’s only got one!”

They all stared up at the giant as he started climbing down the beanstalk.

Having only one eye, the giant’s depth perception wasn’t all that great and so he missed his footing and fell to the ground killing himself and several gawking onlookers into the bargain.

It’s not something you see every day, not unless you had too many drinks at the bar.

Which of course, they’d had. Which was why no one remembered a thing the next day.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/February/2019

 

This story was written in response to a picture challenge from Rory, A Guy Called bloke:

Tell The Story … Something, Somewhere!

The ‘Tell the Story’ Challenge was created by:

https://theeclecticcontrarian.wordpress.com/2019/01/12/tell-the-story-challenge/

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/rdp-thursday-camouflage/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/zenith/

 

I would like to thank Rory for tagging me in this challenge. I would like to tag the following people:

Cyranny of Cyranny’s Cove

Weak in the knees… – Song inspired haiku challenge

Laura Venturini of Lauravent69

A Completely Frozen Chicago Looks Like Something Straight Out Of ‘Game Of Thrones’ Right Now

and

Becky

~*~ To Be A Kid ~*~ (Poetry)

Now, if you don’t want to take part, then that is absolutely fine, but if you do, here is the photo for you.

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Guidelines … Create your own Tell The Story around the image above, then select three bloggers of your own and add your own image to complete the tag. All you need do is create a tale, story or poem.

Have Fun.

 

Tell The Story – A Modern High Noon

Photo credit: William Webb

Sadje of the Blog, Keep it Alive, has tagged me in the challenge. She has chosen this great picture for me. I am going to change things slightly. Rather than a story, I have written a poem instead.

Thank you for Tagging me. 🙂

Here is Sadje’s Post:

Tell The Story Challenge # 7

And here is my poem:

A Modern High Noon

 

The Sun was up at its Zenith,

That means it was high noon,

And in front of her stood Kenneth,

And to her right was Mr Muldoon.

 

It was like a scene from a picture,

The gunfight at the OK Corral,

But you hadn’t seen a stranger depicture,

Though it did wonders for her broken morale.

 

It appeared to be a Mexican standoff,

Though all was not quite what it seems,

She knew something the others couldn’t think of.

Well, after all, it was all part of her dreams.

 

Only her two pistols were loaded,

And she shot her ex-husband stone dead.

Then walked off with Muldoon, her Lawyer.

Who she’d rather have married instead.

 

And though dreams were far from reality,

It put a smile on her face for a week.

But it almost damaged impartiality,

When she pinched her lawyers left cheek.

 

With renewed confidence and vigour

The divorce case was settled quite soon.

For there’s nothing quite like the rigour,

That comes with a dream of High Noon.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 31/January/2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/zenith/

 

So I hope you enjoyed my attempt at a humorous, narrative poem.

 

So who shall I choose to pass the challenge on to?

How about,

Laura M Bailey

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/the-things-we-do-for-love-valentine-gift-ideas/

Hinoeuma (Victoria) of Cosmic Observation

https://cosmicobservation.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/tune-tuesday-january-29-1944/

The Rendezvous Club/ Thought for Change.

https://thinkingclearly2018.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/dear-spring/

 

Here is a picture to inspire you:

 

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Have Fun 🙂