Laughtermath

Write a tragedy about a natural disaster, but make it funny. The entry that makes me and my two other judges laugh hardest wins.

.:What...is What The Writer Wrought:.


what’s so funny about this?
my meaning is

::tragedy::

it’s only part of the gist
the wringing of hands, then
the clenched fist
show me a poet who can’t resist
writing a laugh line
along with blood & gore
topped with reassurances
that, “It’ll be more”

::just look::

natural disasters
happen all the time
DU threads are a favorite of mine

I once read a dirge  
from this very same lot
germane to its premise
the content was hot

the tragedy
enraged me
the immorality of it all
my bewilderment of
how posted
at all

seriously, the comp
took all I got
yet, the host
and the poster
neither understood the plot

next to
zero responses
eventually to rot
all I could do was
read and
go...

what???!!!

Twist Of Fate


Granny woke up, was scared out of her bed.
“A scarecrow has broken my window! “she said.
Loud noise like a runaway train shook her buns.
Twin twisters flung crows in her hair as they spun.

She ran to the henhouse as dark claws gained speed.
Too late! One tornado did suck up her need;
“OH NO!  MY RHODE ISLAND RED!” wailed she, so sad.
“That cock was the best that I have ever had!”

Cow eyeballs were flashing inside the mad whirl
as milk sprayed from udders which did wildly twirl.
“HOLY COW! MY PRIZED BLUEBELL!” poor granny did scream.
“Oh never more shall I make such sweet cream!”

The hot lightning hit hay in the old piggy pen
and flames became one with the tornadoes then
as burning straw filled the jaws of squealing sows
caught up in the storm  with more cud-belching cows.

So violent the fray, granny shook fists and groaned.
Nuts pelted her head while the walnut tree moaned.
Torn out with its roots, it too soared to the sky.
“Never thought this would happen...but now pigs fly!”

So twin twisters entwined in a dark dance of death
ripping both beef and pork with snarls of fiery breath.
Then they dropped smoky remnants of feast in the lap
of the old woman who in delight gave a clap.

“OH! How heaven works in mysterious ways!
I’ve cooked ribs to eat for a week and 3 days!...
With rooster wings on the side!"  
Licking, she frowned.
“This sauce on the meat is a slippery brown
But it don’t smell like walnut... Tastes like crap from a bat... ”

From storm clouds the old outhouse fell and knocked her flat.

The Butterfly Effect

Tsunamis, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions
Natural disasters not caused by corruption,
But everything in this world is planned,
Even when it is out of our hands,
So we must blame the wing flapping butterfly
Her vengeance, the reason so many died.
I have an idea. Let's declare war.
And fight until she is with us no more.

Some great entries, and I apologize for the delay in judging. Unfortunately, I was unable to find JUDGES. Hence, I must judge it alone.

Well thank you, GD. Laughter, light and love to all.