Forensic Goof
You thought your term was bulletproof.
Then there’re rumors of your sext text.
So what’re you going to do next.
You’re now a political goof,
turned into an SNL spoof.
But with a big enough check.
you’ll save this runaway trainwreck.
The New York Times puts it in print,
On no, here comes the New Your Post.
Now you’re thinking of that almost.
That check you wrote… has your thumbprint.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge No. 9 NEXT. (A New Challenge here on ronovanwrites.com)
I did around four other poems but they were too serious. I wanted something light and maybe a bit funny this week. So after two hours, a night of sleep, and another 30 minutes, you get that.
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Just Deny, Deny, Deny!
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They always do. 🙂
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Politics give me a headache–but great poem, as always, Ron!!
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Thank you, but this was an awful one. But I wrote it, put it out there, so I’m not taking it back. I like people see that we all mess up, even on our own poetry challenges.
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I guess I missed the “awful” part–I was able to follow it all the way through–and isn’t that the test? 🙂
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