A Moose on the Loose

What do you do with a mouse
That will not leave your house
What do you do with that ant
Who does nothing but rant
Or a that flea
That wants to sit on your knee
When that cat
Keeps thinking your name is Matt
Then there’s that dog
Who is just so scared of the fog
And finally, there is that one that won’t vamoose                                                        A moose on the loose
Why can’t I just have normal animals around me
That just go woof, meow and squeak
Oh well what can you deduce
When you live inside an old caboose


Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/03/01/march-writing-prompts-2/ 

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Macaroni Madness

Down the road beyond the turn in the bend

Upon which the road did end

There lived a peculiar family I do say

I first met them on a hot and muggy Wednesday

When I met them, they seemed just a normal sort

The Father seem I right spiffy old sport

And Mother you could tell was a looker back in her day

The children a boy and a girl seemed squared away

So how could this family be beyond the norm you ask

It was you see all a mask

For soon their true colors did appear

And it was something that should have been quite clear

Within there house it was told

Of a strange proclivity this family did hold

Upon their all the walls

Up and down the halls

In the cupboards and up on the ceiling

It was quite revealing

Was noodles of all kinds

Spaghetti, ziti, elbow, egg and all that you can imagine come to mind

The furniture was covered from one side to the next

Patterns that were really complex

When they took them away

The towns folk would often just say

Them parents must have been filled with badness

Because it seemed like it was nothing but macaroni madness


Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/02/01/february-2019-writing-prompts/

Ogre Orange

Treats are so neat

Even monsters think they can’t be beat

What kind of flavors do they adore

Or should I say abhor

But believe it or not

I heard this from a ghoul made of snot

The flavor they crave the most

Was told to me by a ghost

It’s a flavor of Ice Cream

It makes the monsters scream

The flavor they seek

Sounds unique

An Ogre Orange Cone

They consume by a gravestone

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Writing Prompt Courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/10/01/october-writing-prompts-2/

Peppered Steak

Charcoal piled high
Splash on the fuel to create a flaming pyre
Whoosh goes the flame like a phoenix
Soot covering my face I need a Kleenex
Coals burning red and bright
Brings about an eerie sight
Slap on the grill a slab of meat
That sizzling sound is kinda neat
Medium rare is where it’s at
That peppered steak will probably make me fat.

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Writing prompt courtesy of: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/

 

On Ice

a-guy-slipping-on-ice

Out I stepped

Slipping and sliding

On my feet I was gliding

Out of control

Feet on a roll

Up in the air they flew

I didn’t know what I would do

Down I landed

On my ass I planted


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