What Really Happened In London

I apologize for the late post but better late than never. Short and quick today.

Blogging A to Z Challenge: letter L; NaPoWriMo challenge: write a dialogue poem. Hopefully, that’s self-explanatory. Hope you like my response. (If you haven’t guessed, I’m a big fan of tongue-in-cheek poetry.)

xo Jesi

 

Libellous Story

By Jessica Scott

 

 

Pussycat, Pussycat,

Where have you been?

 

Oh, god. Not this again.

 

Pussycat, Pussycat,

Where have you been?

 

Fine. Let’s get it over with…

I’ve been to London.

(Except I haven’t-do you know

how long it takes before they’d let me out of quarantine?)

 

Pussycat, Pussycat,

Whom did you see?

 

I saw the freaking Queen.

(Except it was a man in drag,

and it was South Beach, not London.

YOU remember THAT trip, don’t you? Spring Break, wet t-shirt contests?

How many drinks with the little umbrellas did you have?)

 

Pussycat, Pussycat,

What did you do there?

 

-Oh, I frightened a wee mousie under a chair.

(He was delicious, by the way.

Oh. Right. You don’t like it when I play with my food

and then talk about it. But he was fantastic!

Served on a bed of lettuce with that magnificent

lemon garlic butter sauce, and that liver pate on the side with the little crunchy bits.

I thought the chef outdid himself.)

-Where are you going? Are we done? Wait! I”m not finished describing the paté.

What do you think those crunchy bits were? Hello?

Just remember, YOU wanted to play this game.