Dorothy Outfoxes Pucks and Picks

Pucks and Picks two skinflints
Quietly and disdainfully blacken sequins
With their dour, disastrous ways.

Dorothy, one sequin got away. 
She was the shiny blue one.
She happily quit running after realizing
How slow they were

Pucks and Picks sent the hounds to fetch her
But their skin was soaked by the time they arrived
And Dorothy was lying in the sun, laughing at them.

She had already shaped herself into a
Star, and was waiting for lightning shocks to come along
So she could be hurled into the night 
where she could more readily laugh at Pucks and Picks efforts.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Romios Avatar
May 5, 2019 at 2:19 AM
You are amazingly creative and Unafraid to use words. Poetry is to paint a picture with words.,you are good at it I mean you are a Poet Panagiota
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May 5, 2019 at 3:11 AM
Hahahahahaha Thank you my friend! There was a word list and I had to use so many silly words; I flew at them and slapped them about and Pucks and Picks were two of them that had to be used exactly as written. Pucks and Picks. What? Silly!
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