To lighten the mood – maybe
A few years ago, I responded to a writing prompt from Delores, who used to blog but had to give up. She asked, ‘How many ways can you work the word ‘sliver’ into a sentence?’
I dished up some doggerel, reminded of the times I would insist that my children ate the liver I’d cooked occasionally, because it was ‘good’ for them. It was cruel. Of course, it may have been the way I cooked it – I will never be acclaimed as a good cook, not even, I fear, a passable one.
One of them has been an avowed vegetarian for most of her adult life! I wonder why?
My apologies to those who may have seen this flight of fancy before.
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.
