concluding sketchily

the only plausible
explanation points
to one of those humorless bastards
heard of through the hammy lips
given to deft weavers of tales
who delightfully roast
the humorless bastard

over campy fire flames,
leaving it to the more
impressionable to seek
bedtime consolation
and assurance that humorless
bastards are purely mythical,
omitting the nugget

that nothing nor no person
is ever purely mythical.
A better tuck tactic
might advise to keep aware
while also keeping calm
lookout for gifted actors
who chose to take up coaching.


About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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