And now for our (optional) prompt! Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that argues against, or somehow questions, a proverb or saying. They say that “all cats are black at midnight,” but really? Surely some of them remain striped. And maybe there is an ill wind that blows some good. Perhaps that wind just has some mild dyspepsia. Whatever phrase you pick, I hope you have fun complicating its simplicity. Happy writing! https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-8/
So I haven’t been a participant yet in NaPoWriMo 2022 yet but I have been writing poetry everyday so inadvertently I have been on track….Anyhow, here’s to the optional prompt:
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
Poor Betsy
At five years old she got the flu
For little Betsy its nothing new
She got her first case of the mumps
With nasty, itchy, burning bumps
When she was seven, getting big
Her mama made her take a swig
of tonic that she made at night
to ward off all the germs and plight
She made it from an apple red
and gave it to Betsy in bed
But Betsy barfed and threw it up
Allergic to whats in the cup
And now at eight she’s sick again
Her mother wonders what is in
the stuff she keeps up on her shelf
right next to that dumb Christmas elf
If it has apple then she’ll know
to hospital Betsy will go
‘Cause her poor throat will close right up
from all that apple-made syrup.
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