Once upon a time
in an ordinarily boring way
a stodgy tribal chief
made a platter out of clay
He measured inch by inch
the details are a blur
He awakened the next afternoon
His speech a weak, low slur
The pastor in the town
came giving out good vibes
His beatitudes were sincere
He knew the chief imbibes
They sat quiet in a chair
to ponder the last day
and realized with a start
there was a new ceramic tray.
The tray was full of food
there was fruit and a lot of meat
They lunched and said with grace
That each bite’s a yummy treat.

©2023 CBialczak Poetry

weak, awaken, chief https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/three-things-challenge-m208/
stodgy https://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/14/fowc-with-fandango-stodgy/
ordinarily https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/ordinarily/
beatitude https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/your-daily-word-prompt-beatitude-ydwordprompt-january-14-2023/
inch https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/inch/
blur https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/01/14/rdp-saturday-blur/
“Once upon a time,” https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/13/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-14th/