It's another one of those poems... Unlike Lindsay, who is hosting this month, I'm not sure my poem has progressed beyond "a valiant failure", but it's what I've got.....
Trophy
I know my tuna was hanging here....
I caught it myself on yesterday's cruise.
(I saved for the ticket for a year.)
The ocean was gorgeous with greens and blues.
It gave me a run -- I'd say "for my money"
But just to be there was dollars well spent.
The sky was clear and the day was sunny --
It caught my hook and away it went.
I reeled it in (I'll spare you the details)
And we threw it on ice till we came ashore.
(Do you know how much a fish like that retails?
It was worth my ticket price plus some more.)
I hung it up here last night to cure it.
(It's scheduled for dinner; I'll freeze a bunch too.)
But it's gone and I need your help looking for it.....
Well, I'll be hornswaggled!
It was you!
Word: Hornswaggle
Question: Who ate my fish?
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5 comments:
hee! hahah!
oh!
funny... =)
and what a word! Goodness... valiant, indeed.
+JMJ+
I LOVE IT!!! =D
If I had to pick a favourite part, it would be the rhyming of "details" with "retails." Feminine rhymes always have double, if not triple, the potential for humour.
I'd hate to be the person being spoken to when the speaker finally realises who took her tuna. ;-)
Haha! Wow... I thought I struggled with my prompts. At least I didn't have hornswaggled. Very well done. The ending of the story actually caught me by surprise, and made the last few lines just pricelessly awesome.
Totally a success. And a perfect answer to my question (I did like that question a lot).
bravo! LOL - love that ending as i was strung along the whole way.
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