Written for OLWG# 280
Don’t go pokin’ around under the clematis.
There’s a nest of rattlesnakes and firebugs under the pergola.
Ms Chetham found ‘em last week,
She’s still out there.
I called the sheriff’s office, but Sheriff Ventura, well,
he’s at some kind of lawman convention upstate.
Marge tole me, on the phone, that he’s due back in a couple days and
she’ll dispatch him out to investigate first thing, he gets back.
All we can do now is wait. Shame about Ms Chetham.
This week’s prompts were:
- rattlesnakes and firebugs
- she slipped away
- pieces of one another
And because we were owed some prompts:
- I’ve lost my St Christopher
- change the words to this poem
- I guess I do