Sunday April 15th, 2018

The exercise:

Write about something that is: crumpled.

3 comments:

Greg said...

Crumpled reminded me of the cow with the crumpled horn, and everything else is pretty much as you'd expect from here on in :)

Crumpled
This is the house...
This is the house the skinny thug built.

This is the ‘hood in which he found the wood,
And this is the house the skinny thug built.

This is the saw he used to cut out a door
From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
And this is the house the skinny thug built.

This is the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
And this is the house the skinny thug built.

This is the chicken pecking at corn
Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
And this is the house the skinny thug built.

This is the policeman raiding at dawn
Who trips over the chicken pecking at corn
Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring hood
And this is the house the skinny thug built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
Who charged at the policeman raiding at dawn
Who tripped over the chicken pecking at corn
Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
And this is house the skinny thug built.

This is the judge all shaven and shorn
Who sentenced the thug, now all forlorn,
Who owned the cow with the crumpled horn
Who charged at the policeman raiding at dawn
Who tripped over the chicken pecking at corn
Who lives in the yard scraped where the ground’s hard
Where now lies the saw he used to cut out a door
From the wood that he stole from a neighbouring ‘hood
And this is house the skinny thug built.

This is the house where dressed in a vest
The skinny thug’s kept under house-arrest....

morganna said...

Like a used tissue
Discarded, abandoned
I weep for the days
When he loved me.

Marc said...

Greg - this is fantastically and beautifully done. Bravo!

Morganna - lovely work :)