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Sunday, April 27, 2014

Poor Werewolf

A wealthy werewolf wearing worsted and a Windsor tie,
wondered whether I'd witnessed a wench -- his wife.

I said, she whispered to me that she can't stand stubble--
which, for you, I think, means trouble.

On Wednesday last, she wandered by and slept
with me; and when the werewolf heard -- that worthy wept.
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for Marian's letter W prompt at Toads

 

14 comments:

  1. Ha!!

    Brave women to outwit a werewolf.

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  2. Oh, how I've missed your poetry - unique FB style! Happy to be back, almost over the incredible jet lag!

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  3. Total hoot--you hit on the inherent absurdity of so many W words, yet also make your nice stabby little point with perfect aplomb.

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  4. haha love this, FB! stubble sucks.

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  5. How emotionally weak the strong usually are. Striking piece!

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  6. I like the smooth depths of your words.

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  7. the stubble part made me laugh . . . cool write.

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  8. Ha! The werewolf should know better than to keep the 5 'o'clock shadow! Very clever. (As always!) Take care, k.

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  9. A woeful tale of stubble....er, trouble. Loved it.

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  10. Poor werewolf!

    And, oh my God, that button! Honey, you are the sweetest!

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  11. woops. woofing at cats never pays, does it ~

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  12. Weirdly wonderful words written here.

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