Our Dearest Readers,
Who are we to stand in the way of progress? Yes, this poem seems to be very much progressing in a certain direction. We don’t quite know where it will end up, but at least it’s moving forward…
Still, this scares us a little. We were determined to complete the poem with today’s post, but it looks like it has other plans about its existence, and doesn’t want to be completed now. The poem has taken on a life of its own! Oh, freaking my!
Perhaps we could blame Munira Ezzi for this turn of events. It is, after all, the second contribution of hers to make it into our communal masterpiece. This is something that has never happened before! We cannot predict how this is going to end now, so strap yourselves in, Dearest Readers. It’s about to get bumpy!
So, anyway, it’s with trembling voices that we remind you of the following rules:
1) Read the current version of this communal poem below, and shake in your boots at all the different directions it could go. Then submit your own line or two for our consideration.
2) If we like your line (or two) the most, we’ll add it to this runaway railcar of a poem, and publish it in a follow-up post.
3) And so finally the whole process of submission and rejection will be done, and we’ll have the conclusion to this terrifying monstrosity!
hm, what should I draw?
maybe a hairy monster with a furry claw
or a demon crow that sticks in the craw
or a huge bloodstained saw
hm, what should I write?
maybe a slow growl will stir up a fright
or a girl will be twirled by a meat-eating kite
or grandma pole-dances in a bikini too tight
hm, what is that?
the words have disappeared, the pictures aren’t flat
they’ve come to life like a cockroach cravat
crawling helter-skelter ’til i scream like a prat
by TETIANA ALEKSINA, TONY SINGLE, TOMAS MANKUS & MUNIRA EZZI
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
Hm, what just happened?
I think I lost my paint brush
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Maybe it got lost behind the couch? That’s what happens to most things… 😮
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I wouldn’t check there,
The couch monster might be hiding out
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Good point. Let’s just stay away from the couch, I reckon. 😄
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Yes or under the bed, either. I had little suzie got the fright of her life
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There’s nowhere to run
My imagination’s too deep, God! Where is the sun?
My bulbs are all spent; the candles all burnt and done
Wake me up!!! This isn’t fun!!!
🤣But really, it is! Thanks for the open invite. It was great reading everyone’s contributions. Y’all ROCK!!! Cheers!!!
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And you rock too! Thanks for playing! 😀
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My pleasure!!! 😊
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I think they think I look yummy
they’re making moves to get chummy
while I sit here like a dummy
wrapped up in fear like a mummy
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Ha! Brilliant contribution there. Thank you! 😀
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Hm, where did they go?
They scurried through cracks into darkness below
They’re too fast and I’m too slow
Maybe they weren’t meant to be part of the show
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Nice one, KK! Thank you so much for playing! 😀
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