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Green arrows - a frivolous and questionable sonnet
by Paganini JonesLittle green arrows all over the place:
Five in the hall and two on my plate,
One by the door, in my soup, say fifteen.
O why are they here: what can they mean?
Some point straight up and some to one side,
Some won't stay still and one wants to hide.
I looked in the mirror and what did I see?
Hundreds of arrows covering me!
There must be an answer to such an event.
Is it fairies or pixies, or portland cement?
Picking up one with my finger and thumb
I rolled it around - it was green chewing gum!
The moral is clear (keep it fast in your head)
Don't chew bubble gum whilst asleep in your bed! 08/28/2010 Author's Note:
Occasioned by a rash of green arrows against some of my poetry
Posted on 08/28/2010
Copyright © 2025 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/28/10 at 08:15 PM You beat me to it! But I lazed out, no surprise. Cute! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/28/10 at 09:07 PM Very cute and apropos! I thought I had lost my mind last night. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/29/10 at 01:41 AM ahahahahahah - perfectly clever! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/01/10 at 07:50 AM Perfect response to an itchy rash... scratch it. |
| Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 09/01/10 at 12:47 PM very Suessesque (my new word)... gave me the giggles |
| Posted by Wendy Sparling on 09/02/10 at 03:15 AM HaHaHa!...my mother used to cut the gum out of my hair in the morning. Thanks for the smiles, Paganini. |
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