Yeah, back in 2009 I actually won a spicy corn cob eating contest at a local arts fair. It was the second and final time of my competitive eating days (prior in 2005 I tried a hot dog with bun and ate 2.5 in five minutes, the winner ate 35!)
I over ate and stuffed my face. Said the man who came in first place. Twelves cobs of corn inside. Managed to keep it down. The others had faces of frowns. Later, in for a bumpy ride!
For me it would be copacectic a word that is far from poetic Said too many times to make it’s speaker look smart, whereas to me their overuse makes them look like an ignorant old fart
Dedicated to a coworker whose initials, believe it or not, are TLC, that for which she is not. She will forever be remembered as that one person who drove my wife to a suicide attempt. That day things were far from copacetic.
I haven’t done one of these in a real long while. So this my entry for the Amused Poetry contest which can be found here.
👍WEll HOW BOUT THAT I WON THIS LIL’ OLD CONTEST, YES I DID👍
Hi twiddily Dee hi twiddily Doe I prance about and give it a go Wearing nothing but a well placed sock down below my backside and top bits bask about in a moonlit glow
hi diddle Dee hi diddle Dee do with top hat and monocle and a touch of class How dare you speak of my big fat ask me now I say to thee I am but a man full of dignity of Grace of flair who cares if my sock is my frontal Underwear
A middle e and a middle o like a great cat’s meow I must go but not first without leaving you with a taste of my riches I remove my sock to reveal my delicious solid gold coc…. Sorry gotta keep the end PG for the poetry Mrs 😉
I’m not a woman I’m sick of this. How much more must I endure ? will the magic number be 34 ? my guess is more, more and more ! Do I carry myself softly ? Yes I do, but the anger grows each day. I no longer care to be nice when the ignorant have their say. Perhaps genetically it’s low testosterone ? After some research I see I’m not alone. In this age of Trans-prevalance the hurdles feel harder. I just wish people would wake up, and be a little smarter…
I love her mind body soul. Love her life, admired like minded. Her life admired, a rose basking. Mind admired, a humanity is within. Body like rose, is so glorious. Soul minded, basking, within glorious God
**this is a square matrix style poem created by Lewis Carroll. It is the same by both column and row, six words to form a square. My square is slightly off because of the inclusion of commas. This style of poetry is incredibly challenging and complex to get everything to be coherent. Technically you can use any amount of words the more words used the more complex**