Welcome to my regular Wednesday poetry corner, brought to you by Three Word Wednesday and One Shot Wednesday. Today's words are Cleanse, Knead, Melt.
O sable with soft, chocolate pelt
That beauty's a bad hand to be dealt
Your skin they will flense
Then knead it to cleanse
I'll use you to make her heart melt.
That beauty's a bad hand to be dealt
Your skin they will flense
Then knead it to cleanse
I'll use you to make her heart melt.
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A good limerick style poem.
ReplyDelete'flense' - what a great word..I do admire your sense of humour..Jae ;)
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, it's for beauty and love! Poor critters, and hardly the first to fall to that end...well-writ piece with the three words, though, and most entertaining. A bad hand indeed...
ReplyDeleteSad but true. Ink not mink! LOL
ReplyDeleteA bit of levity with a sad circumstance.
ReplyDeleteOh Dear! I think I'd rather have a handful of pretty pebbles. Great use of the words, though.
ReplyDeleteFlense? Well played, sir, well played.
ReplyDeletePoor widdle sable ... but still a cute limerick! That's not an art form I've ever been any good at!
ReplyDeletewonderful limerick
ReplyDeleteOh Sable!
ReplyDeleteI bless your offering. And this poem, too, Landless!
Anonymous Q. Botpost. lol
ReplyDeleteBut to this poem. God bless all the little sables long since gone to heaven.
Sable is French for sand, yep! I lerned it many many moons ago in school.
and just how many animals died? nice use of flense too...had to look it up...
ReplyDeleteNice limerick! I enjoyed the use of the word flense as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, everyone! For the record, I'm not philosophically opposed to the wearing of furs or leather. I just think that anyone who wants to wear fur or leather must - AT LEAST ONCE - go out, look an animal in the eyes, kill it, then gut it and skin it with their own hands. You need to know, viscerally know where your animal products come from.
ReplyDeletePeople these days are far too removed from the blood and sinew of real life.
so then... is her heart melting with gratitude for the fur, or with pity for the beast? I guess it depends on what type of "her" you're wooing...
ReplyDeletenice limerick style, and very nice use of the three words :)
ReplyDeleteMy One Shot
elegant.
ReplyDeletea sense of humor is divine.
ReplyDeletewell done work.
Enjoyed this, awesome talent.
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