A Matter of Charm and Taste

The Snake Charmer - Henri Rousseau, 1907

A Matter of Charm and Taste

“Charmed, I am sssssssure,” said the boa snake

to the man who played airs on his flute.

“Please join me.  I’m having tea and cake

and maybe…perhapsssssss…a bit of fruit.”

The snake-charmer man put down his flute

and replied, “That suits me to a ‘T’.

I could do with some tea, cake and fruit.”

So they went to the old banyon tree.

There, they found a table set for tea

so the snake asked the charmer to serve.

The flute man poured with great gallantry

while the snake consumed an hors d’oeuvre.

The snake remarked, “How nicely you sssssserve

and how nicely you show you have taste.

I think I’ll have another hors d’oeuvre.” ...

... Then he ate the poor flutist with haste.

A warning to all with breeding and taste

be careful with your tea and your cake.  

Do not accept invites made in great haste

especially from a charmed boa snake.

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Notes:  Magpie Tales posted the above objet d'art for use as today's prompt.  I decided to have a bit of fun with it, and chose the form of Pantoum in which to do it.

Rusty Flower

Image courtesy of Magpie Tales/Skip Hunt

Rusty Flower

It sits silent and still; blades do not move.

Instead of a sirocco-god, it's now  

only a rusted, black-eyed Susan.  You’ve

got to look close, in order to see how

it once spun silver…centrifugal pow-

ered.   At present, on corrugated sheets

of metal, it meets metal and dies.  Trow…

Time, in time, eventually defeats

turbines, wind-sails and the human being.

We all get old if we’re not in some groove.

Yet, in knowing this, it’s somehow freeing

since (save for self) there’s nothing else to prove.

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Notes:  The poetic form is Pantoum.  It was inspired by the above picture-as-prompt, kindly provided for by Magpie Tales.  It's not my usual humorous(ish) piece, granted, but the words just seemed to come out that way and I decided to go with it.  

On the other hand, regarding humor, perhaps I should re-title my post "Fan Page.'   Just kidding.

Cleaning the Closet and the Inseparable Pairings

If I sound a little loopy today, it's because I had little sleep last night due to my daughter's birthday party/slumber party.  Pardonnez-moi in advance.

Zzzzzzz...Wha?!...Oh yeah.

Anyway, The March Challenge prompt is on the subject of cleaning one's closets.  Writer's Island's prompt is 'inseparable.'  I wrote the Writer's Island prompt this AM (quatrains and couplets) but The March Challenge poem (a pantoum) was written a few years ago, and first appeared in Sol Magazine and then later, in my book Mugging for the Camera.  It just seemed kind of apropos.

Image courtesy of Noturno e Celeste

Joined at the Hip

If split up, the damage could be irreparable.

These things are completely and wholly inseparable…

burger & fries,

chips & fish,

cup & saucer,

spoon & dish,

bacon & eggs,

sugar & spice,

bread & butter,

naughty & nice,

peas & carrots,

cookies & cream,

salt & pepper,

balance & beam,

knife & fork,

pb & j,

salsa & chips,

night & day,

spaghetti & meatballs,

crackers & cheese,

paper & pencil,

thank you & please,

summer & winter,

spring & fall,

Yogi & BooBoo,

bat & ball.

The pairs above are kind of ‘joined at the hip.’

Just keep ‘em together – that is my best tip.

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Image courtesy of Celebrity News

Closet Avoidance

I am going to clean out my closet.

Who knows what strange things I might find?

Perhaps in a trunk, I'll find a lost sock

or a book or a hint of the past.  Who knows?  Certainly not I.

Who knows what strange things I might find?

I'm fearful I might turn up a ghost (in a matter of speaking)

or a book or a hint of the past.  Who knows?  Certainly not I.

I'm a serial packrat and an unrepentant procrastinator; my family is baffled.

I'm fearful I might turn up a ghost (in a matter of speaking.)

Maybe I really should put the whole thing off - for now.

I'm a serial packrat and an unrepentant procrastinator; my family is baffled.

I am going to clean out my closet.

Maybe tomorrow.

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