Challenge
Random topics: rondo edition no. 87
Dear fellow suffering theprosedotcomniks! the hour is dark, and shadows gloomily cast upon our lives. it is no Halloween prompt, or a sale on skeleton costumes, which brings us this morbid mood. neigh, it is the despair and inequity of the randiis!!!Come here to disturb and disrupt, to suck all myrth and might into the dark abyss, such is the way of it, alas. all you can do, is choose all, some, few, one or none of the following topics and write whatever you like. you know..rage against the dying of the light..that stuff.. alternatively, try to introduce the topics in a Rondo form (the musical kind!!! :ABACADAE....ad infinitum...)
and the topics are: 1)why can't prnouns get along. 2)spinner mops. 3)bedevilled eggs 4)dental hygiene in the Carolingian dynasty 5)the content of William of Okham 's pockets.
6) three marsupials too few.
7) leperous leprechauns.
8) Screwbean mesquite and tar n' featherin for beginners.
9) Hector, son of Priam's unreasonable fascination with ceiling wax.
10) the melancholy ending of a shingle manufacturing corporation.
11) radio jingles the Principality of Andorra should reject.
12) riddle me this.
13) the viscosity of life.
14) Mezzanines in the age of uncertainty.
15) keeping the gold mine a secret.
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good luck and may god forgive you.
Rings of power
Rings,
powerfully lightning me.
The Truth They Gifted.
The Message they injected me.
Middle Earth.
Mother lode potato people,
brogue midgets,
dirty, loathsome.
Full of it.
Middle Earth,
Nazi elven haven;
discount Legolas and kitchen wench,
kill universe of orcs.
A million at least.
Each one.
Middle Earth
Men three classes only:
gay, eunuch and trans.
Warriors, not able,
to raise a fork;
not to talk,
of swords.
Middle Earth
sociopath egos in maniac skirts
rule it,
strongly, womanly.
How do babies come,
from men no men
and Ueberfrauen loving
shouting solitude,
rudeness, selfish and destruction?
Middle Earth,
no more.
Yet yes,
in the middle
of the cheeks is now.
Not
cheeks
of face.
Tolkien’s grave --
no ventilator
needed now,
with,
Rings of power.
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