Wise Guys and Thighs
He started with a boyish smile
and the typical question
“Have we met before?”
She said, “No,”
and tried to slip past him.
A flame of anger flashed across his face
at her daring to defy his friendliness.
She was too tired to tangle.
Instead, she joined the parade to the bathroom.
People gasped as he started yelling and
making rude comments about her thighs.
Someone called the cops, but they proceeded
to let the guy go and question her.
They also started insulting her figure.
She was glad when the alarm went off.
It was time to wake up and head for the gym.
8 comments:
I enjoyed your quirky poem very much: proof that Wordles can make sense.
Don't you just hate nightmares like that? A wonderful read - well wordled!
I liked what you did with it...
rivulets of space
Due to Census work for the past one month, I have not been able to visit and comment. I will be back with a vengeance after a day or two!
So glad she was okay in the end.
Great poem, horrible dream.
Interesting turn of events. Glad it was just a bad dream.
definitely a nightmare. very nice take on the prompts.
the thighs of a queen can indeed bring confusion... what a great story!!
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