Monday, February 19, 2018

DMC: "Epitaph for a Slug" by Maria Marshall




EPITAPH FOR A SLUG

Your shiny trail gave you away,
when hungry ducks came out to play.

One look, a peck, and giant slurp,
and you were nothing but a burp.


© 2018 Maria Marshall. All rights reserved.


Click HERE to read this month's interview with J. Patrick Lewis and Jane Yolen. They have challenged us to write an epitaph poem—a funny or clever verse that might appear on your chosen subject's tombstone.

Post your poem on our February 2018 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, February 23rd, and one lucky participant will win a copy of their morbidly humorous collection from Charlesbridge:






18 comments:

  1. Wonderful rhyming, that 'burp/slurp'!

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  2. LOL. Great job, Maria! Never thought anyone could make me feel sorry for a slug.

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    1. Thanks Michelle. Not sure I feel sorry for it. Got the idea after picking slugs off my plants the other day & wishing I raised ducks.

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  3. That one just made me laugh out loud. Thanks for the laugh!

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  4. Hey Maria: Here are two more lines for your wonderful slippery poem!

    --Jane Yolen


    A very slimy burp, I'm sure.
    Your sluggish memory will endure.

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  5. This is delightful! Made me smile.

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  6. Poor slugs - no way to hide. Very fun!

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  7. That last line cracked me up, Maria!

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