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:
Ew but nicely done, Maria! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rebekah! :-)
DeleteWonderful rhyming, that 'burp/slurp'!
ReplyDeleteThat last line is great!
ReplyDeleteIt was fun to write.
DeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diane
DeleteLOL. Great job, Maria! Never thought anyone could make me feel sorry for a slug.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michelle. Not sure I feel sorry for it. Got the idea after picking slugs off my plants the other day & wishing I raised ducks.
DeleteThat one just made me laugh out loud. Thanks for the laugh!
ReplyDeleteHey Maria: Here are two more lines for your wonderful slippery poem!
ReplyDelete--Jane Yolen
A very slimy burp, I'm sure.
Your sluggish memory will endure.
hahaha! Nice one, Maria!
ReplyDeleteHa! Love it, Maria!
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful! Made me smile.
ReplyDeletePoor slugs - no way to hide. Very fun!
ReplyDeleteSuch fun.
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