Friday, April 19, 2013



Ah…2320 and I have to get a post in before midnight. What to do? I know! I’ll check today’s poem prompt over at NaPoWriMo.

The prompt: Write a poem in the form of a personal ad! (The exclamation point came with the prompt, although I might well have added my own). Oh, and it says we can invent everything.


Here we go.

Want. Add.

Asthmatic argumentive asshole seeks amalgamation 
around awfully ambivalent amateur.

Beribboned behemoth seeks borborygmic battleaxe
basically because biorhythms beget boredom.

Cloistered crabby cretin seeks crepuscularcadaver.

Delightfully drab debutante seeks daily dalliance.

Ecstatic eater eagerly seeks effectively effable éclair.

Foggy fogy seeks frightfully fulsome fairy for friendship.

Gallant Gallic gardiner seeks ganja gameplan.

Hovering horrible hound seeks habitually hairy hackles. Huh?

Iconic ichthyologist seeks idyllically indifferent idol.

Jocular jealous jazzman seeks jobless jockstrapped jockey.

Koan-cracking koala seeks kangaroo for kibitzing and karaoke. 

Luscious liberal lady seeks licentiously lively liaison in a labyrinth.

Mild mechanical marksman seeks medium to meetup for mediocre memento mori mumblings.

Probably not to be continued, but that's as far as I got with the witching hour looming. 


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