humor – Page 2 – Susan Joy Clark

Creative Life, Poetry

Fumble Bumble

I did a fumble

And then a stumble,

And followed this with

A forward tumble,

I think I’ll rest here

Now on my bumble.

Yesterday, I was carrying a puppy down my deck stairs and tripped on the final step onto concrete. I seem to be okay other than some “road rash” and bruising, but it is more painful than I expected. I wrote this little ditty for you. At least, my sense of humor seems to be intact.

Creative Life, Flash fiction, On the Funny Side, Short funnies, anecdotes

Nothing To See Here!

It only took a blink for Toby to pour himself like liquid through the crack in the front door, run across the street and crash the neighbor’s backyard barbecue. I ran after him barefoot, imitating the hot coal dance as I crossed the asphalt and lolloped past my neighbors, grinning stupidly, as they enjoyed their burgers and brats. After two rotations around the house, I saw my chase was futile. Remembering some dog owner advice, I dropped prostrate into the grass. Neighbors lurched out of chairs, hovering over me. “Call 911!” Toby stopped, turned running, and I nabbed him.

This was written for the “unleashed” theme flash fiction challenge, using 99 words only, for the Carrot Ranch Literary Community. I did read that if your dog runs away from you like this, you should drop, and the dog, out of curiosity and concern, should come to you. A very similar scenario did happen to me with a little dog I was watching but without quite this level of drama and awkwardness. 🙂

Creative Life, Poetry

Rain Rhythm, #Light Verse

Rain splashes on my hat,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

And soaks up the door mat,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

Going splish and then splat,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

With rhythm like jazz scat,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

It rains both dogs and cats,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

It soaks up my socks. Drat!

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

I look like a drowned rat,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

I’ll go back to the flat,

Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat,

And that’s it, and that’s that!

Here is another silly poem/light verse. It was partly inspired by the new dVerse challenge for a poem using repetition, but this doesn’t quite use the technique requested. I thought I’d post it anyway and perhaps enter a different poem for that challenge. Americans don’t usually call an apartment a “flat,” but, well, apartment didn’t fit. “‘Apartment’ didn’t fit. Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, I’ll pretend I’m a Brit, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat.” 🙂