Three Thing Challenge

Pillar, Stuck, Toe

The Kitty and The Honey Bee 

The kitty and the honey bee 

Hid behind a Hickory tree. 

They wanted to be left alone, 

No videos, no telephone. 

The pillar of the trunk did hide 

The special lunch they set aside. 

But stuck in to the wax there was 

The kitty’s tail, all stuck with fuzz. 

The bee he cried to see such woe 

The kitty tried to use her toe 

To unstick that old sticky mess 

The bee he did it, he must confess, 

To keep the kitty near him too 

Without her he would be so blue. 

She had no plan to stay or leave 

But trickery made her believe 

That bee didn’t love her as she him 

The lunch date was a thoughtless whim. 

So two dear friends they do not know 

This friendship, it will have to go. 

Three Thing Challenge

Planning, Valise, Stranger

She stood on the sidewalk, valise on her left, Perry, her cocker spaniel on her right. The rain had just begun to come down at a steady rate, just fast enough to soak her and Perry before they were able to make it to the doorway of their building. The valise would be soaked through, ruining the day’s work but planning had not always been her strong suit. She should have used the plastic sleeves to encase the work, but had not. Instead, here she stands, next to a stranger, dry under his own umbrella, while she waits for the signal that it is safe to walk.  

Three Things Challenge #48

chocolate, carrot, and chicken

The Chocolate Chicken  

There was a chocolate chicken with wings so dark and smooth 

He didn’t know he wasn’t real, he thought that he could move. 

One day he went out in the sun to play with all his friends 

He didn’t know that chocolate melts. Is this where our story ends? 

Oh no, not now for he was there for many days and nights 

He didn’t even notice when his friends took little bites. 

He slowly started getting small and unknown to himself 

He had to go back to the store to go back on a shelf. 

When he got there he did see a rowdy little group 

Buying carrots and a pot to make a healthy soup. 

One cute kid did want him bad, to take him home that day 

The chocolate chicken was happy when the boy took him away. 

At the home of this cute boy, his name is still unknown 

The chicken found his hollow self was without a single bone.  

He was eaten quite quickly from his toes up to his head 

His head was left inside the box on the table by the bed.  

And now he sits and stares at all four walls and one big door 

Wishing he could be back home on the shelf at that old store.  

Three Things Challenge #41:

This was my word selection today: burnished, crystal, flexible

I am thankful my mind is flexible. It has been burnished by the support around me, despite the continual chipping away by uncontrollable circumstances. These circumstances have left remnants of pain and sorrow, rather than crystals of joy and happiness.

Three Thing Challenge #37

Written for the Three Things Challenge for October 20, 2109 from Pensitivity 101: self, assaulted, hedgerow

Sitting along the hedgerow

I wonder where to go

Can I still belong here?

Can the wind still blow?

My mind drifts off to somewhere new

Assaulted by the sound.

The grasses green and flowers red

Insects and birds abound.

Sitting along the hedgerow

I know my time is now.

My present self is ready

to stand and take a bow.

Stand with me too

for you are part of all there is to be.

For life is like a labyrinth

A maze for you and me.

Three Things Challenge #35

Your final three things for the week are: personality, pimple, lead

There was a little fat man who laid upon his bed. He had a giant wrinkle and a pimple on his head.

He didn’t know what fun was, he always lacked in speed. He’d never won a race in life, he never took the lead.

One day he was so certain that he found a wife to love. He gave her all his money, a purple hat and glove.

Her personality was peaceful, her grace beyond divine. He knew one day he’d say to her, “I want you, be all mine.”

She’d say yes sir, I will, I do, I cannot live without. I love you too, we get along, a wedding without doubt.

He’d love that girl until he died, he’d never want to stray. She’d stay with him, as his wife, she’d never go away.

The little man he stayed real fat, his cake he loved to eat. The girl she loved to think about the day that they did meet.