Author: Steven Robertson

Inspired by an episode of The Andy Griffith Show.

BLOATed wounds chumming the water, a
MAN, GAsping for each last breath
FROTHing on the white-capped waves,
VOICEs a rasping cry for help.

BRAVE explorers can delve too deeply,
TRAWL the stars for riches and wonders;
CRUDE the creatures may seem at first:
FURRY, cute, multiplicative conquerors.

GUISE of hope falls, even momentarily, leaving faces
PALER from the fearful launderer, who demands
UNDUE loyalty from all and threatens to
QUELL uprising with prejudice.

COUCH-bound no longer,
BROTH slops over her
APRON as I take my
TITHE of her cooking.

THIRD of the kings, Frank, was incensed:
NOBLE though his intentions were, he began to
WRING his hands with worry. He had to
SCRAP too many ideas for gifts to take.

HABIT of thinking they’re a far-away thing oft
SOOTHes my careless thoughts; the
ADAGE of blindness aptly describes my
FAULT of forgetting about New Madrid.

CHOCK the wheels: you remember what happened the last time
hE RODE the monster truck: he went for
MAXIMum speed on that last jump, and the rims have been
LOOPY ever since…