Saturday October 5th, 2013

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: the breakdown.

So it would seem that the forecasters forgot to mention that it would be windy in Penticton this morning. Oh, and that the sun would also remain behind clouds for the entire day. And those highs of 19 degrees? Yeah, more in the 12 to 15 range.

Business wasn't too bad, but a little warmth certainly would have brought a few more bodies out to the market.

Max enjoyed himself despite the cold (and his cold as well) but if there is any chance the weather is like that again next weekend he'll be staying home with Kat.


Pack up all your bags
And break down the tent -
This camping trip is done,
That's enough torment.


Greg said...

That doesn't sound like the best market ever, though at least it wasn't raining. I can that you probably wouldn't have brought Max out if you'd thought it was going to be blustery and cold though. It may be a while still before weather forecasting is a precise art though!
Heh, your narrator does not appear to have enjoyed his camping trip! I love how the grumpiness comes across so well in just four lines.

The breakdown
The mental ward's aflutter,
The cops are on a shakedown –
They've arrested all the doctors,
And the chief has had a breakdown.

Marc said...

Greg - yeah, we were very grateful for the lack of rain on top of all of that.

I like this one for many reasons, but the main one is that it sets up so many different possible stories to be told. My imagination is off to the races...