it was at a house warming, in one of those sliding moments, that one of the set suggested in guise of a quip ...' ship the kids off, or throw them outside, or better still, sign them up for boarding school... then you can enjoy the house in peace at last...tee, hee, hee', they all laughed.
but, drat, the darling brats overheard the words, and here's the rub, the tender cherubs misrendered the adult riffs and sniff, sniff, sniff, they were off! down the garden path, through the woods, the world; shoes, socks, crumbs dropped, never to be seen nor heard.
after the party wound down, broke up, the house echoed mightily, unsightly, as the adults called and called and called, but to no avail.
they lived long enough in the house to re-live, to regale the tale, in the end.
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april 3, 2024
White Hart, Somerton, Somerset
https://www.napowrimo.net
NaPoWriMo prompt day 3: write a surreal prose poem. For inspiration, check out Franz Kafka's collection of short parables (my favorite is "The Green Dragon").
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as i was making my way to the loo at the White Hart this morning after having just read the NaPoWriMo prompt, i had to weave my way through a large group of people, including children, mingling before lunch. and i heard one of the adult say, in full hearing of the 3 or 4 children at their elbow, oh, just throw the children out into the garden....., et voilà, the idea was planted for my offering today.
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