Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!
There was a smart man from Lawn
Over whom, the ladies would fawn
But his wife confessed
She was not impressed
And quietly stifled a yawn
You she, she had spent three years
Perfecting her claps and her cheers
For his rote learned tricks
That impressed all the chicks
But bored her simply to tears
Still, she had to pay him his due
Because from him it was through
That she lived like a dame
And his fortune and fame
Came from tricking them all, old and new
The women would come from miles
To be flattered by his comments and smiles
And if they wanted to pay
Who was she to say
She just gathered the coins into piles
To them she was just the maid
Dressed rather plainly and staid
But she knew the score
He loved her more
Of losing him, she wasn't afraid
You see, our young man from Lawn
Was simply his cunning wife's pawn
When he'd made enough money
She'd gather his 'honey'
And one day she'd simply be 'gorn'
Ritu 2019
(gorn - gone - artistic licence!)
But I Smile Anyway... 