Fifth of May 2020

It’s Cinco de Mayo,
Remember the margarita,
Or, is it the Alamo*?
Let’s do the cha cha cha,
Then serve the mojito
And tortilla chips and salsa;
Soon, we can go
And break open the piñata,
Via Zoom, Skype, or Zoho.

Images from Pixabay

*Cinco de Mayo is the Anniversary of the Battle of Puebla; to read more about it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_Mayo

A ‘Nuff Said Series: Poultrygeist

Part 1: Domestic Bliss
“Buck . . . buck . . .”

Part 2: Disturbance Behind the Screen
“Kuh . . . kuh . . . KACK . . .”

Part 3: Runaway
“Cluck . . . cluck . . .”

Lobster Role


Dismal chance of a lobster roll call as man hankers for lobster rolls.

 

[This is a monostich, a single-line poem. To learn more, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monostich].

 

Morning with Elvis (100-word story)

Spring fling is in swing. What’s better than having a thing with the King? Yesterday she attended a local amusement park show to hear the singer’s baritone and dance to the beat of his gyrating hips. After the show, their eyes met and held steady. A photo op with the entertainer came next and she ran to his side with arms akimbo. Her chest grazed his and sparks flew. Who knew? One thing led to another after drinks. Alyssa smooches the Polaroid photo of her posing with the Elvis Presley lookalike. His lips are at their sweetest the morning after.

My Life as a Weaver

Image: Pixabay

Life got to me —

So did rainy days and Mondays,

That’s why I’m now weaving baskets.

Just for a spell,

Until I can think of a story.

Then, I’ll call myself a story weaver.