Auto Correct Writing Exercise!
Once there lived a beautiful duck
who was always ducking about literally, physically and figuratively
who always waddled into dumber ducks than her
they would always ducking ask her dumb ducking questions
like don't you love ducking about literally, figuratively, and physically?
she would ducking say well, of course I do! it is dam ducking pleasurable don't you ducking think?
they always replied with If you ducking love it so much than ducking bend over and let us ducking duck you right now
she would always ducking say no ducking way you dumb ducking ducks ducking sex is sacred didn't you ducking know that you ducking dumb ducking ducks
they would ducking say come on don't be a ducking biach or a ducking can't
she just slapped the shot out these ducking ducks and left them lying on the ducking ground like a ducking who're leaves their ducking ducker before satisisfying him but already taken his money!
Categories:
ducker, bereavement, celebration, character, cheer
Form: I do not know?
(for Jim Ducker)
The growth plundered your voice,
robbing it of tone; you spoke
in well-articulated whispers, inhaling
through that tube thing in your throat.
You shone, in spite of it all.
No self-pity, even near the end,
after years of speaking to us
in breaths the way you did –
yet you had a voice, old friend.
Always the bright guy at the bar,
you brought a twinkle
even to a whisper; a susurrus of wit
would penetrate the tedious tones
of those for whom EastEnders
and the latest from The X Factor
provided fodder for barroom babble.
Struggling to be heard but stubbornly
winning with smiles and quips,
you were never less than sparky
with your crackling one-liners
and the percussion of your Good Advice.
Quite suddenly you died;
thirteen months ago you died.
You would not wish me to reach
for a soppy synonym.
You did not pass away:
you died, you died, you died.
I handled your affairs –
so long ago, it seems;
but time and distance are
such fragile things, and grief
is no respecter of them:
whisper its name
and it will return to you.
Categories:
ducker, absence, bereavement, best friend,
Form: Free verse