The Picnic (poem)

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The Picnic

 

 

It was our first date, and to a park

we went, it was a nice summer day

She was so beautiful, I adored her,

as we unpacked, I decided to say:

 

“Those are strange looking windmills over there.”

She just laughed out loudly and shook her head

“They’re actually windpumps for draining,

I didn’t know you were so stupid!” she said

 

Offended, I flung the potato salad

which landed perfectly across her face

Enraged, she picked up the mayo and sprayed

it at me, so I quickened the pace

 

and threw all the crusty bread rolls at her,

so she quickly stood up and dumped the jar

of pickles over my head, I then

brought out the champagne, raising the bar

 

I shook the bottle and popped it open

the force of the champagne hit like a high

pressure hose, she was instantly drenched,

she stormed off without even saying bye.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

Word count: 151

 

This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #90.

 

 

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Β©2020 Joanne Fisher

 

 

 

 

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