Rhymes, Rants & Accolades from North Central BC

April 29th Poem by Doris
Following the 20 separate directions in today’s poem-writing prompt:

All the world’s a stage
And we are all undertakers
Looking at flowers
Listening to music
Smelling apple pie
Tasting apple pie
Kissing loved one’s goodbye.
“The flowers smell like apple pie,”
Said Mary Brown from St Laurent
“We’re not undertakers
But we are world makers
Or maybe just apple tasters…”
Apples that are tart make me fart
If you fart upon a flower it will die
We carry space and time around
“Like turtles with shells”
The greening of the grass is pleasurable
The apple I ate brought the doctor to my door
The doctor did a cartwheel on my living room floor
Dorie was a dingbat
But as she aged she became
Less of a dingbat
A half-assed intelligent dingbat
Therefore there is hope for the half-assed of the world
Déjà vu all over again
Winnie the Pooh said, “There’s hope for me too!”
When grass is green and flowers bloom
The birds will sing a medley of sweet music…

ps. if this poem makes sense to you, you may be in need of medical help! (lol)

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