Poem a day, poem a day, poem a day.
Today's prompt was supposed to be easier than yesterday's, just write a list of nouns, a list of colours, a list of simple verbs and put something together. Sort of a "make your own prompt" poem.
Well, I've been putting something together, all right. It's called "packing". We're out of here tomorrow, and right now I want nothing more than to run down to Pedro's By the Sea for a last margarita, so here goes today's poem:
Wig and Bikini Poem
Today it's blowing up a storm,
wind from the sea producing breakers
that only the very brave attempt to breach.
Yesterday, Pedro says, a wave
completely removed a young woman's bikini.
This is one reason I don't wear them any more,
that and the fact they don't much come in my size now.
One time in Barbados I wore a wig while walking
(oh, the excitement of an accidental alliteration!)
and lost it to a wave just like the girl and the bikini.
I caught it before it was swept out, but it was never the same.
Now I can't even remember why I wore one,
except that my hair was curly and it was straight.
Grass always greener. Are we ever happy?