Sometimes the funniest moments come during family gatherings. The assortment of different personalities and ages can create a recipe for hilarity. Let’s celebrate those unforgettable occasions with all the characters that make up a family.
Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. Here is an amusing poem from Laura we enjoyed:
Intersection
Yes, you look familiar, too.
I’m about to catch the bus—
I did go to P.S. 132.
Wait—is it—Gus?
You were the one who didn’t eat cheese
and gave me yours in the caf.
Remember spoon-catapulting peas
to make that sad kid laugh?
And learning to write, when we figured out
one letter could change a word—
see bee pee, boot toot poot—
and the principal overheard?
And behind the pull-down map of the earth
when you tried to give me a kiss?
Nah, there’ll be another. It’s worth
missing a bus for this.
POETRY PROMPT: Write a poem recounting some knee-slapping funny moments with family.
Photo by naomii.tumblr.com. Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.
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Laura Brown says
Thanks!
Simply Darlene says
Great story poem, miss Laura. It’s amazing how so few words can set a mood, tell a tale and take others down their own memory lanes.
🙂
Laura Brown says
Thank you, miss Darlene. I let the photo suggest the story.
SimplyDarlene says
Here’s my poetical saga – although funny now, it was far from knee-slapping at the time 🙂
home sick on the couch junior
high rattled on without me as i lay
fever racked, coughing – the price
is right blared. scantily clad daytime dramas bored
me sore. i dreaded another
day with tissues,
crackers, 7-up as my only
friends. mom plugged in tree lights
trudged to yonder truck, fur-lined snow
boots tromping trails through drifts.
she drove away and dastard desperation
dragged me
‘neath the tree. i lifted, tipped,
shook every gift
twice. someone arranged scissors
and tape upon my TV tray – as
bubbles rose in my glass, i sunk
to a new low
and slit an inch beneath “to darlene
love grandma” ink. covert collided with covet
in glorious glee as i discovered a soon-to-receive
walkman (it was the ‘80’s after all). a walkman of all
blessed things! i re-taped, slid malfeasance box
‘neath skirted, temptress tree
her red twinkly winks taunted
me through a sleepless night. i faked a low
temp on the morrow (cold water works wonders)
mom declared me fit as i writhed ‘neath
the sheets. more lies and deceit, oh, what’d
become of me? off to school i went.
some daze later… family gathered ‘round, paper
flew. bows stuck to heads, laughter
rollicked, reeled and then grandma
handed me a smallish box. i bit my lip
swallowed my drool. out i slid
three hand-painted ceramic butterflies – what the
heck?! my beloved kin mistook my wide
eyed dismay, my teenage angst
my piercing pain for awe and
wonder ‘neath the jeering tree.
as they dragged remnants out to burn, i tore
snickering tinsel and limb from limb, vowing
never again to peek ‘neath shiny wrapping
without shaking all contents free.