Incremental Poetry ~ 58 Lines

Ramblings of a Lunatic

Welcome to the poet’s era.
I can’t believe it—here you are!
Did you think I was a diva?
Well, no, but of books a reader avid.
Today I brought home in a bag
Four brand new books. I didn’t gab,
but put the purchase on my tab,
and for my son a ball and bat.
I also bought a doll for Deb;
the poor young thing is sick in bed.
The strangest cold she’s ever faced,
for now she only drinks decaf.
With lemon juice I had it laced—
to get more C. A free decal
was in the box. It was a deer
all still and standing in the reed.
My neighbor fences with the devil,
and honestly, I wish he lived
as far from me as he is from God,
and take with him that awful dog.
He puts me in a nasty mood
with all his thoughts of gloom and doom.
My family wants me put in ward
where I’ll have lots of time to draw.
My art stays hid in dresser drawer;
I’ve humbly turned down their reward.
Perhaps you think you’d like to edit
this tale of mine. Its shifting tide
a bit of humor may emit;
the words are spilling fast as time—
so fast, in fact, my head is sore.
I think I need some lovin’… eros.
Now, don’t you judge; I’m no more evil
than other folks who ‘round me live.
In fact, we sit and sip our Tang,
consume a camel—strain at gnat.
I down my Tang with one big gulp,
then on the bottle pull the plug.
Who told me it was good to rail
upon my neighbor? What a liar!
I hope he falls into the pool.
To pull him out I’ll make a loop—
He’s huge, so it may take two loops.
The cable I may have to spool
onto the bumper of the tram.
Tomorrow, let’s go to the mart;
we’ll sit on Santa Claus’s lap,
and I’ll tell him that you’re my pal.
We truly are the best of pals—
so why did I deserve that slap?
Oh, no! I’ve walked into a trap!
I didn’t see the hidden part
Please pull me out with yonder strap;
I’ll share my candy bar in parts.
This tale is free, no need to pay;
If you don’t like it, shut your yap.
Alas! By now I’m seeing spots!
I’ll be so glad when this thing stops!

Copyright © 2020 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Welcome to my series, Incremental Poetry, where each week the featured poem will be one line longer than the one I share the week before. I have no idea how long I’ll keep this up, so we’ll just have to wait and see. Thank you for stopping by.

Reverse Word
Invented by Walter E. Ferguson III, a.k.a. Thunder_Speech on
The only rule is that instead of using rhyming words, you use the reverse word at the ends of lines (i.e. loop/pool, star/rats, plug/gulp, tarp/prat).
These are not palindromes, but semi-palindromes, heteropalindromes, anadromes, reversibles anagrams, etc.
Line length: minimum 2 lines, no maximum

4 Replies to “Incremental Poetry ~ 58 Lines”

    1. Long before I wrote it, I spent quite a bit of time coming up with a list of words that would work. They don’t make sense when put together, but I suppose that’s okay. 🙂 Jabberwocky doesn’t make sense either, but it sure is a great poem! (And no, I’m not comparing the quality of mine to Carroll’s. They are worlds apart. Lol)

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