Tuesday Poetics. We're asked to write a poem in our mind without committing it to paper, at least the beginning. I have an affinity for story poems, and often they enter my mind in the wee small hours of insomnia, and this is such a one. The remaining stanzas complete the story in the same rhythm of rhyme as the poem began. Submitted to dVerse August 31, 2021
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SALLY, THE VIRAGO
Sally was a virago
Known in all the town
If Sally wanted something
No one turned her down
She set her eyes on LeRoy
A handsome lad was he
But he wanted nothing of her
And so he chose to flee
While escaping Sally
He traveled far and wide
But soon he found he wearied
Of feeling he had to hide
So he went back to the village
And looked Sally in the eye
Give it up, he told her
Go find some other guy
Sally was astounded
No one ever turned her down
In fact she was so shaken
She packed her bags and left town
LeRoy became a hero
Held in high renown
Man enough, the people said
To get Sally out of town.
Poor Sally! But well done, LeRoy! Lovely cheeky rhyme and narrative, Beverley <3
ReplyDeleteThis was so fun to read! I love that you write poetry in this way; I often do too. The rhyme and narrative give a beautiful flow to the poem.
ReplyDeleteSo much fun, and it seems like normal roles reversed.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your take. Poor Sally, though. :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha, I love this. You can shoot your shot, but don't keep shooting people that way after it's clear, you know? Otherwise, that rejection may sting even worse. Always good to be direct. :) Brilliant poem, Bev! I felt bad for Sally, but even worse for LeRoy until the end. Good for him.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed this one, Bev!💝💝
ReplyDeletelovely read
ReplyDeleteA fine tale, jauntily told. Well done, Beverly!
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDeletePut me in a good mood
Much❤love
This was a hoot, I can see the story being recited far and wide! 👏👏
ReplyDeleteFunny story, there's a Sally and a LeRoy in every town. This has a feeling of a Western and a showdown at the OK corral. That or Blazing Saddles :)
ReplyDeleteGreat job, Beverly. This one could definitely be recited, or sung. A good story and funny, too.
ReplyDeletePoor Sally. I feel for her. Great poem though - really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteOh, Bev! Stupendous fun this is. Love it!❤️
ReplyDeleteI knew this would be up your street, Beverly!
ReplyDeleteGrinning ear to ear, now my dear Bev ... all we need is a recording, a group laugh.
ReplyDeleteBeverly,
ReplyDeleteThat Sally must have been some high octane character! I'm so glad you've told us her story so memorably - and hysterically!
pax,
dora
good lad that leroy, good boy indeed, he can be my wing man anytime =)
ReplyDeleteBev - this was a fun one! You know, I don't know why... but it made me think of Johnny Cash for some reason... like one of his narrative songs...
ReplyDelete-David
I often think my story poems would make good country songs! Thanks for noticing, David.
ReplyDeleteGreat story telling.
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