Today’s poem comes from the throes of my teen years. Creative writing class again. Yay. So have at it–tear it to shreds, and for goodness sake, leave a poem for us to enjoy in the comments! Yours or someone else’s. I don’t care. As long as it’s oh so bad…
In the Thick of It
doughy rain hits my clean windshield
I try to clear it off, but the wipers are
caught in the gooey mess…
smearing it so much that I can no longer see through the glass,
I stick my head out the window
Great Globs clump in my hair and my eyes are slits
as I squint to see through…
my car’s engine heaves and sputters as it is weighed down
by the masses of floury paste.
At last it dies and I sit in the cold, watching the fields around me
become covered with batter. patiently I sit and gaze at the ponderous clouds
ominously over me.
the blessed sun comes out and the dough bakes into a light, flaky pastry.
As I take out my scraper and clean off the car,
road crews are beginning to restore the road to it’s original condition.
I turn on the radio and Jive Clive shouts, “Thank God it wasn’t quick-rise!”
In other, lesser news, Legos celebrate 50 years today. Happy Birthday (Anniversary?), Legos. My husband loves you.