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Quarantini Time

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Challenge Accepted

A friend asked me to write a poem call “Quarantini” about a martini related to COVID-19, of course using some humor. I wrote the poem, which sounded like a ditty and changed it up. This may be my worse poem ever and I am letting it play.

Quarantini Time

When COVID-19 came along

My friend suggested I write a poem

All about a new martini

Given the name quarantini

 

In what they call a quarantine

Many people stay unseen

Keeping in their houses closed

Running out for a reload

 

Life becomes about books and TV

Some will party on with sad glee

Cooking and cleaning and eating freely

Some will have highballs and martinis

 

This is where my friend comes in

With some vodka and some gin

Mixing with vermouth for them

Landing olives by the rim

 

Deciding to try something new

To match colors to be true

A concoction to show no defeat

They came up with the quarantini

 

The colors that we tend to see

Are pinks and whites and crystallies

In little balls of spikes and spheres

To look at it would not bring fear

 

It’s like an ornament or candy

But getting it would not be dandy

This stuff is not to be played with

Unless you have a life to give

 

Mindful seriousness you see

It’s hard to come up with a drink

Try they tended and pulled it off

Downed it with nary a cough

 

This is the magic of this concoction

A patent would not be an option

It’s not that kind of beverage

Just trying to give humor leverage

 

If you want to know the mix

Simply it’s an easy fix

Using booze or soda or juice

Shake with ice and strain it smooth

 

It can be made with garnishes or not

Depends on what you’ve got in stock

Tastes vary tart or sweet or dry

Mattering not what when or why

 

If you’ve figured it out by now

The quarantini recipe is not about how

It depends on what is in the house

Leaning on if you can go out

 

Possibly it tastes like H2O

Depending on what’s on hand to flow

It’s about the attitude of positivity

We all can have a quarantini

This came from my prompt for National Poetry Month – There is a new prompt daily, so be sure to check in!

 

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Humor in These Days of Our Lives – National Poetry Month April 6 2020

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Just like Ina Garten made this giant martini for the stay-at-home effort, it’s not such a bad idea to use humor in times of trial. If you have ever watched an episode of MASH you will see how the medical staff in a horrible time turned to humor to survive. I’ve done it and I suspect you all have done it, too. So, for today’s prompt let’s write a humor poem. It does not have to be about these days trials, but feel free to do so. If you want to go into a whole different time and place, go for it. Let’s have some laughs.

If you would like to try some other prompts or combine prompts, you can also check out a couple of others, such as Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides or NaPoMriMo

Happy Writing!

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BONUS!! You can always use this photo prompt!!

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Morning Coffee – Retro April 2019

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As sure as the alarm
could go off
It need not
as bones are aching
for a walk
Padding to the pot
filling the vessel
Pondering the day
pouring the water
sopping the slosh
Starting the pot
waiting and listening
What’s up with the brew
It Takes Coffee Grounds
to make coffee
If morning starts this way
it’s going to be a long day

The beginning prompt for the 2019 National Poetry Month was on Robert Lee Brewer’s blog HERE The above poem was my attempt to write to the prompt. Perhaps you would like to do the same.

For a visual prompt us the image on this poem and give it a try!

Short Fiction, short story

The Question

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Squirming restlessly in his seat, he knew he was in trouble with the lesson for this day.

Questioning every one of the questions on the board, he struggled with analyzing what the teacher wanted to know.

Calling his name, the time had come to go to the board and answer the third question: Who is the first lady? As he struggled with the right answer, someone was whispering from the sidelines, distracting him, but trying to be helpful.

Grasping the chalk tightly in his sweat saturated hand, he tapped on the board with the chalk before writing, “Eve.”

Schoolmates let out giggles and the teacher even had a slight smile on her usual stern face before she said, I mean of this country.

“Heck,” he said, “I oughta get extra credit ‘cause I’s thinkin’ of the whole world!”

The whole class then burst out in laughter and the teacher had to agree that on this day, there was no questioning that the world could use another Eve.

…..

There you have it with this weeks 6 Sentence Story.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below .
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers  😀

PROMPT WORD:  QUESTION

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Mary’s Flocked Christmas Tree Mess Up

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some say Mary lied
she said her Christmas tree died
truth is I will tell
she bleached the thing to pure hell
after seeing Christmas ads

trees in flocking white
she had to have one like that
and the efforts were a fright
trying to keep up with Jones
impressions for others cost

you’d think by now she’d
learn about these things for sure
so many things tried
cost more than she can afford
keeping up with the Joneses

never made much sense
Mary proved it much too much
when she flocked up the
Christmas tree, oh poor Mary
what’s she gonna do?

…..

This is in response to this: Living Poetry Prompt