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the Opposite of Opposite

Dr. Seuss

& Mother Goose

met on match dot com,

questionnaire

determined pair

were Zebra

and beyond.

 

The duo dined

on food & rhyme

on ham & eggs of green,

a Humpty hash

with just a dash

of pease from

porridge theme.

 

The couple strolled

and passed King Cole

on journey to St. Ives,

Seuss tipped his hat

while slipping cat

in sacks of

seven wives.

 

Then squiring Goose

back home to roost

the London Bridge fell down,

stranding Seuss

–a coup—

with Goose

on higher, drier ground.

 

A fox in socks

He clocked her dock

she goosed his Sneetch

& wocket,

and hopped on doc

til weasel popped

rocketing from pocket.

 

And after that

Ma Goose got fat

so fat she had to lie in

but lost her girth

when giving birth

to twinkly star

named Ryan.

 

The lesson here

is fine and clear

(credit dating site)

to tow-tow boat

on date to float

when bridge is

lost to tide.

 

Often Running

He told me

go write,

but I

tried left,

‘postured

traveling asea,

but I went awry,

‘posited

trusting

inner direction,

still I chose rail,

‘posed

soaring above

(it all)

but contentious I,

I misplaced my route in murk

considering myself

A Queen

–and no Queen B

and yet when a

high road led me to contentment,

I found tack.

Foregoing circuitous path halfway

–sealing circle.

 

Write Angle

 

You have to carpe diem

or fate will pass you by…

since seeing carp

— don’t free ’em —

for that you need to fly *

so don’t wait–

* bait & seize ’em

unless you don’t fish fry…

©Karen Robiscoe

prompt: fry