September 27, 2012

  • ice

    #whimsh 52. Write a PROSE POEM incorporating lice, ice, mice, dice, and Christ.

    Ice ice baby remembered from a song of youth. Do you remember when Ice T was on law and order? You’re as cold as ice. Don’t break the ice. That stupid red hammer clanging against plastic. Tink tink tink.

    When all the through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.  And the mice were all snuggled in their beds while visions of a baby Christ danced through their heads. And she wonders when Christmas got so commercialized.  Was it so when she was a child?  She didn’t care then, she rolled the dice and moved her mice.  And wondered why the Christmas stash never seemed to stack up to her friends’ stashes.  She hated the first days after Christmas when all the talk was of what did you get for Christmas.  Greedy girl she was upon reflection but still.  Are they greedy?  Not so much thank goodness.  Is that because they are loving angels.  Or because they are pretty well spoiled.  Probably the first.  Love will conquer all. Even lice. 

    Now her head itches.

     

    Random: spouseman called that a whole heap of crazy. my children are listening to something that sounds like a mourning dove and a rice shaker. your mileage may vary.

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