Lego My SnowPlow - An Ovillejo Thing

Images courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.  Public Domain.  Edited for content.

On this very blizzardly (is that a word?) day, I decided to write a few more Ovillejo poems.  Over at Poetic Asides, the prompt this week was to write a Persona Poem.  I penned two of them, with two very different voices.  That should, hopefully explain the weird, doctored picture, above.

Ovillejo for a Snow Plow Driver

The snow was piling high.

That’s why

with plow, I soon ‘decapped’

(it snapped!)

some mailbox from its post,

almost.

The owner yelled, “You’re toast!”

He witnessed my mistake.

I didn’t swerve or brake.
That’s why it snapped, almost.

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Mom Who Steps on a Lego Piece in Her Bare Feet

O anguish on my rug! 

It dug

into my poor bare sole,

a hole

that was quite vast, it seemed.

I screamed.

Yes, Legos double teamed.

But what can you expect?

My foot was sorely wrecked!

It dug a hole.  I screamed.

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And now, I guess I'll go back to bingewatching television.  Stay warm, dry and safe.