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Murder At the Prom

Murder at the Prom Frankie Lyman shrilled his falsetto. Gwendolyn Gould danced in stilettos. So callously smothered, they never recovered. Poor little piggies, scrunched little toes. ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins March 11, 2012

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Daver Austin

Date: 7/28/2015 2:38:00 PM

I was a shoe salesman once for a couple of years. I might, shamelessly, have sold Gwendolyn those stilettos. Screw Frankie! You be cool, Kathryn. Congrats on the selection. Love, daver

Daver Austin
Date: 8/12/2015 2:35:00 PM

By all means, e-mail Connie. Would love to read your stuff on PFT. Love, Dave Austin

Kathryn Collins
Date: 7/31/2015 3:35:00 PM

Thanks Davey. HaPPY birthday. I loved reading your poems at PFT.I can't figure out how to get myself in. I have to e-mail Connie to see if I can figure out how to get in. (dumber than dumb lately) Not much poetry anyway. Play that fiddle - hope you are well. love, Kathy

Karen Deeks

Date: 6/3/2012 1:38:00 AM

HAHAHA.... who said women have no humour! this made me laugh too loud, nearly woke other half up... Karen...so so glad i didnt im having far too much fun and peace reading.... THe more i read this the more i giggle lol I so want to tell Gwendolyn to rest up for a while.....a fav indeed

Karen Deeks
Date: 6/3/2012 1:44:00 AM

Ha ha ha,,,, just putting down your other write on starving in france as a fav and saw the title of this one... had to return for one more read...karen

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/29/2012 8:49:00 AM

Kathryn, awe.... ouch, that must had hurt, all the crushed toes... another fun limerick..pd

Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 5/19/2012 1:56:00 PM

Perfect 99669 meter, title, rhyme and content! I LOVE IT!! '...so callously smothered,' '...scrunched little toes,' delightful phrasing, Kathy. luv, Keith

Damilola Olaniyi

Date: 4/17/2012 1:42:00 PM

I love this. Everything is wrapped in just a few lines!

Gail Debole

Date: 4/7/2012 7:16:00 PM

Hi Kathy - LOL! Compact, yet the use of just the right combination of words says it all. - Gail

Fabiyas M V

Date: 4/7/2012 12:05:00 AM

Your small verses are as high as Himalayas in meaning,Kathy.Very powerful language is employed.Thank you very much for your nice comments on my poems.Lovingly,FAB

Kathryn Collins
Date: 4/7/2012 8:25:00 AM

Hi Fab -- Thank you for the lovely comments. love, Kathy

Jancarl Campi

Date: 3/31/2012 3:44:00 PM

Hmmm, just high stepping around. If I can remember, my proms were a murdering ordeal. Or perhaps, I did not date well. Thanks for reading my recent work. Sometimes I wish I could float away.

Kathryn Collins
Date: 4/1/2012 8:04:00 AM

no no - don't float away.

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 3/28/2012 4:02:00 PM

Gwen stepponi his toes??

Kathryn Collins
Date: 4/1/2012 8:04:00 AM

thanks doris - let's hear it for saucony.

Daver Austin

Date: 3/28/2012 12:07:00 PM

Bravo! With all the build up the prom got during my senior year, it was one of the most miserable nights of my life. Hot! Poorly fit tuxedo! Uncomfortable shoes! Lousy dance band! Love, daver

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/16/2012 9:54:00 PM

This is your adorable one!!!

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 3/12/2012 11:12:00 AM

Okay, you have no idea how much I needed a smile and doll, you gave me two. Things are rocky here because hubby's job is teetering. Company will either close or employees are voiting a strike, which may end up boarding up the doors. This little gem made me giggle. Oh, I so remember heels. Now, I shlummy mommy (no yummy in sight). And that my poem moved you to send to friends??? Touched me so deeply I needed a tissue. You made my day, and I wanted you to know that. Smiles back, hugs, cyndi

Kathryn Collins
Date: 3/12/2012 11:53:00 AM

Actually I never wore stilettos. 2 inchers were my limit. Now I'm flat to the ground in grandma shoes. The feeling of insecurity you describe has got to get you down. I'm sorry and hope the miracle happens for you and your husband. love, Kathy