To the venue we unfortunately got close
And the stench pounced on my nose,
Forcing in a harming dose
And inconveniencing six other nostrils
That lived for only salubrious thrills:
The fattest challenge Rude stench throws
To our finicky population plus those
Who readily glimpse the woes
In the dreadfully non- fragrant
And about them could rant...
But soon questions I began to pose
About corpse their owners ceaselessly froze,
Envisioning all the unacceptable throes
And wondering if their sleeping spirits rose
'Would they ever forgive their hesitating shovels and hoes?'
Categories:
inconveniencing, betrayal, death, horror, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Asher had dashed into the classroom,
late as usual, arriving breathlessly,
in the middle of the chanting of the morning anthem.
“I apologize for inconveniencing,
my learning community,”
Asher ran through the standard apology phrase rapidly,
still catching his breath.
A final decision, a terrible punishment,
an overwhelming statement of failure.
“I apologize to my classmates,”
Asher concluded.
“We accept your apology, Asher.”
The class recited the standard response in unison.
Many of the students were biting their lips to keep from laughing.
He had hung his head with guilt and embarrassment.
Categories:
inconveniencing, emotions,
Form: Free verse