I feel like Ms. Potato head today,
the mirror does not lie about my fat.
For a diet is needed! Will I stray?
Oh, I will be amazing to look at !
The mirror does not lie about my fat,
I wish that I could just snap my fingers;
oh, I will be amazing to look at,
but, in odd spots ... potato fat lingers !
I wish that I could just snap my fingers.
For a diet is needed ! Will I stray?
But, in odd spots ... potato fat lingers.
I feel like Ms. Potato head today !
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July 12, 2021
Poetry/Pantoum/Ms Potato Head's Diet
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1371-636-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Inspiration Image #3
Written for the Standard contest Pantoum Rhyne 1
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 08/12/2021
First Place
Sleeping Quarters
By David J Walker
The V for Vet designated the sleeping quarters
For the soldiers on the small-town cemeteries roster
I can only imagine what they might say to each other
at muster of the sunrise rollcall
The ones who fired squirrel guns across state lines
The ones who met the machine guns in France
The ones who chased the monster across the Rhyne
The ones who froze at the Chosin Reservoir
The ones that manned their guns and
Held their ground at the battle of Khe Sanh
And all the ones who came home
hoping to find peace
Before they take their place beside their brothers
Where they too can tell their tales to those who understand
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