Sha-Poopie

I dashed down the stairs, expecting a fresh and steaming pile to be sitting at the bottom. But … the carpet was clean. I peeked around the far side of the dining room table. Nothing.

But that … smell. I could still smell that … nasty, nasty smell.

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Falling Words

The reason I love poetry
is the crisp, juicy bite of adverbs
Bouncing sassily in your mouth
Roundly and smoothly on your lips –

Saltimbocca snaps of verbs
Pouncing on nouns
Tumbling out of your throat and
Jumping in your ears and
E x p a n d i n g in your mind