More fool you
given' up yer grace
to the first pretty face
you's only a whim
to a rotter like him
More fool you
given up your stash
so he could have cash
and hit the road
take'n your load
More fool you
"ellecee"
This month I am joining the poets over at
for NaPoWriMo
The challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April
which is National Poetry Writing Month
The good toads in the garden are offering up a prompt every day
to help us with our task - today the prompt was "fool"
More fool indeed! I like the use of vernacular in this poem. Brings the caution to life.
ReplyDeleteI like the vernacular too, very real.
ReplyDelete"More fool you" for sure, Linda. First was bad news, second spelled catastrophe. Very funny when in the poem but truly sad in real life. Nicely written, it's sings along with the rhyme.
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Excellent write :)
ReplyDeleteYikes! One can hear this taunt very clearly. Thanks. k
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm another who likes the language. Almost bluesy.
ReplyDeleteDarn Rotter and his conniving..
ReplyDeleteLove the grit on the surface and the precious truth below. Dramatic.
ReplyDeleteGood one. Yeah I too really like the voice here. Yer cool! More please.
ReplyDeletemakes me think of a Janis tune, somehow ~
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