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ODOP: Her Leisure

See “Lady” Wakem, at her leisure –
Had a seamstress couldn’t please her.
Had a husband couldn’t squeeze her.
Got her papers, left the geezer,
Rejoiced the day of Bitsy’s seizure,
And starved her dog. By name of Caesar.
She yapped her way into her freezer,
Was found too late by Ebenezer
(A doc too fond of anti-wheezer).
Tried a mallet, tried a tweezer,
Tried a hacksaw, couldn’t ease her.
Local art-types sought to lease her –
And now throws up all them that sees her.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: Bondslave

Alack the day, I lack a way
To put off or to pay
My debt to you, you shrewd shrew,
Who, as you always say,

Owns me now, and has shown me how
To respect a vow,
And to put off all fun, and the waves, and the sun,
And all things you disallow.

One way to be is open to me
Even on bended knee,
With jester’s guile to make you smile
And then I’m better than free.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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GUEST ODOP: untitled

Lelo’s unenviable prompts were “hobbitlike” and “Bury me?”

Unwrap my pale and feeble arms
Undim the lights, unchain the hound
Remove the burglar alarms
Put down the silverware you’ve found

I had a rival for my crown
He raised an army, set his mark
They schemed and sought to bring me down
And, hobbitlike, I feared the dark

They always coveted my things
As I sat fuming in the hall
My fine attire, my jeweled rings
At last, I caved: destroyed them all

I took the measure of this land
I doubt that even I was free
And now, kind soul, my last command:
Pick up a spade and bury me.

Copyright 2010 Lelo

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GUEST ODOP: untitled

This prompt was “mayhap” and “Would she be able to finish it?” I’ve seen it myself; most of Lelo’s Tolkienesque-versed response was covered in scribbles and vicious X-outs. The one stanza that survived the bloody purge follows.

Imprisoned cooks prepared each meal
With onions, raisins, apple peel
And what was more, the flesh they tore
From those who could no longer feel.

Copyright 2010 Lelo

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ODOP: Joanna, Slip Given

Joanna the Mad, dressed in kirtles red,
Traipsed from the Escorial half-bare.
She laughed at her feet growing red in the snow,
And gave never a thought for St. Claire.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: Insignificant Limerick

There once was a boy named Gilgamesh
Who loved to feast on griffin flesh
Dinner tray on his knee
He pushed some towards me
But I demurred that I preferred it fresh.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

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ODOP: Naked Valley Grave

An arid wind, a sandy drone,
A world too old to grow older.
And I am distinct from none of it
As my dry bones moulder.

The staring, merciless sun did witness
The decay of my folly and prattle…
And it alone was there to witness.
That these dry bones can rattle.

Not it alone, it was you!—That shakes
The mountains, and rends the skies,
And will be reckless in his vengeance
Till these dry bones do rise.

Terrible god, pressing forward,
In your cruel and kind advance!
Come and give your breath to me,
And make these dry bones dance.

Copyright 2010 Jobey George

Image by Vrubel.

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