Saturday November 12th, 2016

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: stocking up.

Things were busy at the bakery first thing (I ended up staying an extra half hour) as people were coming in to stock up a little bit to cover next week's closure. The bread freezes beautifully so it's a solid plan and, honestly, once you've tasted this stuff it's danged hard to go back to eating grocery story bread - even if it's only for a week.

Miles hit seven months today. Don't ask me how, but apparently that's correct.


Pile them boxes high,
The apocalypse is nigh!
Now it's just you and me
And... hey, where's the key?


Greg said...

"Grocery story bread?" I'm guessing that's a typo, but I like what it suggests about where your mind is!
The last line of your poem is a wonderful punchline, and made me laugh :)

Stocking up
He paid the call-girls by the day
To treat him like a naughty pup,
If they undressed in any way,
He whispered, "Keep that stocking up!"

Marc said...

Greg - ... how did I not notice that one? Oh well, I shall leave it as I kind of like it as well.

Well, that creeped me out. Good work, I guess? :P