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COUCH POTATO FOREPLAY
I hear footsteps.
Surreptitiously sliding
In between sofa cushions
Another hide ‘n’ seek begins
A blast! For me anyway.
Invariably I next hear
“HONEY!
HAVE YOU SEEN THE REMOTE?”
Pillows start to fly
Subsequently a barrage
of every cuss word
From the huge creature's limited lexicon
Easing to the floor
rolling beneath the love-seat
I hang with a long lost Wii controller
till fat, groping fingers appear
moving violently to and fro.
Grasp yields fur balls, candy wrappers,
nothing more.
If the room were not dimly lit
and I more brightly colored
it would be game over in no time
Sometimes I encounter danger.
Unwelcome attention from a cockroach.
A sharp claw swipe from a furry paw.
Next, frantic dash for home base
“Babe it’s right here on the table.”
“No way! I swear I looked there first!”
“Sure you did old man.”
Ha ha ha...priceless!!
My mischief will not go unpunished
Buttons will be mercilessly mashed so hard
And I will wince in exquisite pain
Worth it? Oh hell yeah!
Surreptitiously sliding
In between sofa cushions
Another hide ‘n’ seek begins
A blast! For me anyway.
Invariably I next hear
“HONEY!
HAVE YOU SEEN THE REMOTE?”
Pillows start to fly
Subsequently a barrage
of every cuss word
From the huge creature's limited lexicon
Easing to the floor
rolling beneath the love-seat
I hang with a long lost Wii controller
till fat, groping fingers appear
moving violently to and fro.
Grasp yields fur balls, candy wrappers,
nothing more.
If the room were not dimly lit
and I more brightly colored
it would be game over in no time
Sometimes I encounter danger.
Unwelcome attention from a cockroach.
A sharp claw swipe from a furry paw.
Next, frantic dash for home base
“Babe it’s right here on the table.”
“No way! I swear I looked there first!”
“Sure you did old man.”
Ha ha ha...priceless!!
My mischief will not go unpunished
Buttons will be mercilessly mashed so hard
And I will wince in exquisite pain
Worth it? Oh hell yeah!
Published 31st Jul 2018
| Edited 1st Aug 2018
Author's Note
This piece was inpired by by the "Personification" competition.
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dearest GahddessWorship a most inventive write
I read your entry in the comp. and I thought it was amazing...
love Crim
I read your entry in the comp. and I thought it was amazing...
love Crim
31st Jul 2018 11:32pm
Thank you so much Crim! I am elated that you like the piece. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Kudos to Al for a stimulating challenge.
When I was a kid I was overly compassionate to inanimate objects attributing to them rational thought and feelings. I am glad of the chance to apply, once again, that imagination.
You encourage me with your words!
When I was a kid I was overly compassionate to inanimate objects attributing to them rational thought and feelings. I am glad of the chance to apply, once again, that imagination.
You encourage me with your words!
31st Jul 2018 11:48pm
The remote is an excellent choice to be personified. All those buttons to consider. You said it well at the end: "Worth it? Oh hell yeah!" Fine work! Now what happens when you switch channels to, say, "Wild Kingdom"? That should get some results.
1st Aug 2018 8:38am
Thank you Sir Crow. I'm not sure "Wild Kingdom" would answer to a remote;s commands being PRE (pre remote era) Marlin was essentially the remote and Jim followed his commands :D
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Thank you so much Aemelia! That you laughed makes me say "my work here is done."I am pleased that you enjoyed the piece.
1st Aug 2018 9:33am
Truly enjoyed this humorous foray into your imagination, Hans.
Well done, and Good Luck in the comp.
Well done, and Good Luck in the comp.
1st Aug 2018 5:10pm
1st Aug 2018 8:54pm
WELL SHIT!!………….red faced and back pedaling, I am now.
BOB...…..BOB...……..BOB.
Hans is yet another TERRIFIC poet I follow and old age is what you have now been subjected to.
Truly sorry, Bob
(as she mutters to herself, slowly turns and crawls into a corner, banging herself on the forehead.)
*sheepishly place smiley face here, and hope for forgiveness.
:-)
BOB...…..BOB...……..BOB.
Hans is yet another TERRIFIC poet I follow and old age is what you have now been subjected to.
Truly sorry, Bob
(as she mutters to herself, slowly turns and crawls into a corner, banging herself on the forehead.)
*sheepishly place smiley face here, and hope for forgiveness.
:-)
That's what I surmised...no worries 😁 That could happen at any age. Just so happens that I tapped into Hans'imagination for this piece 😉
