July 11, 2017 
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grit–like glitter
clings to things,
no matter how you wash–
its gripping power,
withstands shower–
spigot, tap, and faucet.
a trip to shore
insure’s the floor
of car is finely dusted,
with flecks &specks,
the beach effect,
is buff–not tan–and crusted
so when your Ford’s
an emery board
don’t curse, or whine or wail,
since pedicure
is easier
with file (in tow) for nails.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/grit/
April 20, 2017 Comments Off on 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
February 6, 2017 Comments Off on kiK the Habit
My Ant bought the farm. . .
My Uncle called “Me”!
and Father just killed some Time. . .
and Brother I’d druther
was from other mother
–got too Big for britches
and died.
February 2, 2017 Comments Off on The Pen State of 409
Mr. Clean
had a thing
for little 409—
a scrubbing bubble,
made for trouble,
scented lemon-lime.
A Brawny guy
–and just as fly
as paper he promoted
he spiked
her span,
lined her cans,
and on him–number doted.
And all was well,
until she fell,
into kitchen basin…
jammin’ drain
(but cleaning stains)
her heartbeat doubled…racin’..
Would hero–hers,
be Janitor
drummin’ up some business?
or Mr. Bowl
now, oh so old,
to salvage
cleaning citrus?
Neither, nor,
it turned out
—4
–09 had a handle,
on more than grime,
and double-time,
she leveraged self–
from channel.
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