The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: boots.
This morning I went to Oliver to spend one of the gift cards I received for Christmas, this one for Mark's Work Warehouse. Going in I wanted a pair of snow pants (for outdoor time with Max) and new winter boots (to keep my toes warm during outdoor time with Max... and also getting firewood). I was disappointed that they were sold out of snow pants in my size, but it is getting toward the end of their Boxing Week Sale.
I did, however, pick up a pair of these. I would never have bought these at full price, and I still had to think about it with the gift card and them being half price, because I just don't spend that much money on... well, myself in general. But footwear in particular.
Anyway. After only a half day of use I am liking this decision. They've kept my toes warm (which is a remarkably difficult task in winter) and they're super comfortable. They're obviously high quality, so they should last me a long time as well.
So, uh, yeah. That's where the prompt came from today.
Mine:
We put the boots to 'em,
Drunk, they'd often laugh and say.
And I'd smile to myself,
Thinking: You'll have yours one day.
3 comments:
Those boots look very nice, so much so that I now find myself wishing that Malta managed snow occasionally so I could justify getting a pair myself. And while you wouldn't normally spend that much money on yourself, that's the whole point of the gift card – that you should be able to get yourself something you really want (probably because you don't tell the people around enough for them to figure it out for themselves :-P).
That's a rather brutal poem today; while the whole thing has a fairly light and jovial tone when you actually think about what's being said it's pretty nasty. Well done on making those two things work together like that (I think).
Boots
There was an old girl who was still on the game,
She had endowments right to down to her glutes,
A few years ago she'd most of her legs,
And now went by the name "Puss in Boots".
I lace up the black leather,
Trying to ignore the black
And blue marks on my skin.
I’m walking far away from here.
Greg - yeah, gift cards are pretty much the only way to get me to spend money on myself.
And thanks! I was quite pleased with how mine turned out as well :)
Your poem has a couple typos but still manages to be just... wow. That is one hell of a take on the prompt :P
Ivy - cuz these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do...
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