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Our Jankiest Summer Experience

My husband and I got a new RV.
A  camouflage Polaris. No small fee!
Atop a mountain hubbie took that thing,
then stopped to rest himself beneath a tree.

He got up in a while, then made a groan.
It would not start; furthermore, his phone
was out of area. What could he do?
He stayed up on the mountain all alone.

At last somebody helped my husband, so
he was able then to get a tow,
which cost a lot of money. Anyway,
I hope next time he starts it, it will go!

The next day hubbie’s back looked really sick
because he’d  had the janky luck to pick
up something as he lay beneath the tree -
it was an ugly big blood-sucking tick!

Nov. 3, 2016
True story from July 2016 
for  Tanis Troutman's Your Last Janky Experience Poetry Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Babcock Avatar
November 6, 2016 at 6:06 PM
enjoyed this poem but not about those darn ticks. Sure have to be careful when out in the woods. love phyl
Daniel Avatar
November 6, 2016 at 9:44 AM
This does sound so janky, Andrea. Hope your husband's better now:) looks like a winner to me:)
Ball Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 9:18 PM
Too cute Andrea. You have to be careful where you lie down in the great out doors. No telling what you may take home. Good job here. Go Bless, JB I think one of my daughters has taken the book with my tribute poem in it home with her. Will post it as soon as I find it. :(
Walker Avatar
November 5, 2016 at 11:11 AM
Only Joe dear sis, only Joe.
Muideen Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 12:07 PM
Hope he I'd well and doing great. A pleasant read poem...........A.M.
May Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 11:14 AM
Sometimes everything goes wrong....Murphy's law!....best wishes
George   Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 9:49 AM
Ohhhhh. those ticks. Terrible little buggers. I am not familiar with this form. I will check it out. Great writing as always, Andrea. Lainey
Yvonne Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 9:16 AM
I'm not familiar with this form. What's a rhubarb...oops sorry I mean Rubaiyat...can you make a pie with one of those. Never mind...great write...a fav.
P  Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 5:51 AM
Ticks are by far the jankiest, hopefully it turned out alright. Good luck with the janky contest. :)
Allison Avatar
November 4, 2016 at 3:12 AM
A catalog of disasters Andrea I can imagine he was hopping mad by the time he got home:-( Great vivid descriptive write you brought the scene to life:-) hugs Jan xx7
Smith Avatar
November 3, 2016 at 10:02 PM
Hope all is well and you get to enjoy it.
Marcum Wong Avatar
November 3, 2016 at 9:20 PM
Sometimes it just all goes wrong. Best laid plans you know! I can imagine the frustration he must have felt, then to top it all off be in fear of Lyme disease! A very creative write as it sounded very true! Best of luck in the contest. : )
Wolf Avatar
November 3, 2016 at 8:29 PM
Yeah, we use to get ticks on the farm, nasty little things they are. Great story Andrea and good luck.
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