Delores at ‘Mumblings’ challenged us with a writing prompt. She said,
Feel like having some fun with a writing prompt?
How many ways can you work the word 'sliver' into a sentence?
Maybe someone will write a poem.
How many ways can you work the word 'sliver' into a sentence?
Maybe someone will write a poem.
This got me thinking so thank you for that, Delores. I need a kick-start
in the mornings – or maybe just a kick.
Well, I just had to dish up some doggerel . . .
A sliver
of liver
Makes
small children shiver
When
struggling to swallow
The
unswallowable.
And all
of a dither
Their
tears start to slither,
Unstoppable
river -
It’s horrible.
They gaze
at the giver,
A look
that would wither
The
hardest of hearts -
Ineffable.
‘Just a
sliver of liver,
To make
you grow strong’,
The
adult’s persuasion -
Implacable.
The
sliver grows bigger,
And drier
and harder,
It can’t
be choked down –
Unspeakable.
If all
children ate
The
things that they ‘should’
They’d
grow into giants –
Implausible.
(That got
much darker than I intended!)
Why not meander over to 'Mumblings' and see what else is on offer?
Hi Janice - oh oh I love liver ... but this doggerel is brilliant - the kids I can quite see laughing or wanting to be sick into their boots ... great fun ...
ReplyDeleteCheers for happy days like this with poems to inspire some ribaldry and giggling ... great on Autumn evenings - Hilary
Thank you, Hilary. I was recalling the days when I made my children eat liver . . . and the days (at school) when I was made to eat something I just couldn't stomach.
ReplyDeleteYou are a fantastic writer! I hopped over from Mumblings to read your "sliver" poem, and it is just amazing! Really!! I don't think I'll even attempt a try after reading yours!
ReplyDeleteThe dreaded liver....why is it people have such a 'thing' about liver. We love it here smothered in fried onions. What a great poem.
ReplyDeleteThe dreaded liver....why is it people have such a 'thing' about liver. We love it here smothered in fried onions. What a great poem.
ReplyDeleteI could never even eat a SLIVER of liver when my mother fried it. The smell enough was enough to make me ill! No liver for me, no matter who the giver!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness this is a fantastic poem. Have you submitted it to a HIGHLIGHTS for CHILDREN MAGAZINE or any other kid's mag?
ReplyDeleteI loved this poem, Janice. My mother loved liver, and would try to make me eat it, but I'm like Mary, I could never even swallow it. I couldn't stand the smell of it cooking. This caused considerable fuss and bother at the dinner table. The fuss could have been avoided by ever avoiding liver, but Mom would not agree.
ReplyDeleteI agree, you should submit this poem to a children's magazine.
K
You made me laugh with your poem, because I love liver !! Maybe that's why I am tall ?
ReplyDeleteDarker yes, but perfectly true. Liver, whether as a sliver or in a casserole is not a dish I relish.
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