Friday, August 1, 2014

Dainty Maid

I'm a delightful, dainty maid
with a girlish giggle and a live grenade--

I felt silly,
so I blew up Billy.
An evil devil murderess,
that's what the judge says.

But let me run and gain plurality,
then my prank is simply policy.

What a dainty little duality.
Would you like to play with me?
_________

for Marian's music prompt at Real Toads


13 comments:

Susan said...

OMG! Evil. An absolute winner.

Mama Zen said...

That second line has got to be one of the coolest lines ever!

hedgewitch said...

The personal insanity of evil seems always instantly dissipated when some leader claims one god wants you to kill some other god's groupies---what you go to hell for as an individual, you go to heaven for as a righteous soldier. I hate this conflict--and your poem shows it up for the simple horror it is.

Susie Clevenger said...

Your poem strips away all the pretense...the list of whys of this war..right to the truth. Bravo!

Marian said...

yesss! *bats eyelids coquettishly and runs off*

Sherry Blue Sky said...

So right - gain plurality and the prank becomes policy. Sizzling writing.

Margaret said...

Joy's comment is spot on … this reads like a nursery rhyme - as you know - the deadly seriousness behind it chills one to the bone.

Cloudia said...

wise radical




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Sumana Roy said...

perfect....chilling...

Shadow said...

This is frikkin' amazing!!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yep! It's pretty much what she said.

jo-hanna said...

We girls will all want one now :-)
Sorry, but you provide some much needed laughter.

Daryl said...

love this little ditty