Relay Repartee

There’s something unstable

At holiday table.

No dialogue, just dueling jaws

With yammers, clamors, and guffaws –

A pair of clowns

Sparring for crowns.

They vie to win grandfather clause.

 Unending tirades, on they drone

And interrupt to speak their own.

The world abides

And takes no sides;

We hold our peace with silent groan.

Why is it that these two antiques

With shrillest shrieks and flapping beaks

Persist unchecked

In disrespect,

As others guard their private piques?

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Foreign Legion, 1950

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Oh, No, You Don’t

A MonSter waits outside the door

With mayhem he has wrought before.

But he’ll be schooled;

I’ll not be fooled.

He’ll be my prisoner of war.

 It won’t be pretty. That I know.

But I am prepped for toe-to-toe.

So bring it on.

My sword is drawn.

I’ll send you back beneath, below.

 

 Flash fire at me, if you dare.

I’ll not be caught twice unaware.

No wilting wimp,

Though limbs go limp,

I know you’re not my worst nightmare.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Frankenstein, 1931

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Hurting Hinges

My hinges hurt. It must be told.

From head to toe, they stop me cold.

I ran a race,

Might need a brace.

It can’t be that I’m growing old.

Ouch! Ankles, knees, and hips cry out.

If it didn’t take too much, I’d pout.

My back, my hip –

I’ve lost my grip.

Still, battle scars like this add clout.

I’m toast. I’m tired. Overdone.

Like someone shot me with a gun.

I’m fully cooked,

But I’ve been hooked.

When can we do another run?

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Holiday, 1938

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