I once chanced upon a random poetry challenge, the idea of which was to compose a poem based upon a stated nonsensical title. This was the somber result.
Purple pickles, green hotdogs, rainbow ladybugs:
jolly dancing wallpaper friends in a child's innocent room,
fanciful picnic pals prance and play,
to soothe the dreams of a sleepy princess...
Purple pickles, green hotdogs, rainbow ladybugs:
Mute cartoon witnesses to hard dark violation,
the stinking stealthy Evil blackening forever
one small guiltless life.
Purple pickles, green hotdogs, rainbow ladybugs:
faded hanging tatters in an old condemned house,
crumbling to forgotten dust near a gray grave
where rests, at last, the sad reclusive spinster...
darrrrk...darrrk...sad and dark...food for thought while i wait for my 10:30 appointment with the guy buying up acreage on the south side of town...patmedlin
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filled with pathos, thought provoking read
Walt
Regis
Cheers,
Dan