We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
Showing posts with label delulu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label delulu. Show all posts

29.8.25

To Look or To Be?

 

If I need a lewk, can it be

Morticia Addams; or would that be

delulu? New hair would be

a must, but you know I’d be

so fine in black. Now, don’t you be

telling the broligarchy! They be

hating witches; so then where’d I be?




 For Friday Writings #192 at Poets and Storytellers United, we are asked to explore or include the following words: delululewkbroligarchy. This is when I know I'm old! The prompt is not compulsory, so I needn't have done it, but I thought I'd have a go. However, I didn't love these words enough to really enjoy them.


PS I hoped that ending each line with the same word might help make some sort of poetry out of  this piece of nonsense.


(Morticia Addams came to mind because I have been enjoying the second season of  'Wednesday' lately – and yes, I am very old: I've been wanting to look like Morticia since Carolyn Jones inhabited the role.)