Sixty years, well here’s to it, I raise a glass; into it, I spit.
Jerk my head to call him near, passed his glass feigned a cheer.
He swallowed with greed; saliva and all. I curl my lip; soon he’ll fall.
A drunk, a bully full of hate; tonight, they will see his colours
spread out on the dinner plate. I served tripe and jellied eels.
This food, both banal and grey; like him, had seen a better day.
I smile at those around my cloth. His cronies and the hangers-on
those that doff their cap, those that think him a super chap.
“Please sit” I cry. Having previously dressed his tripe
with little crushed garlic to disguise the arsenic’s taste.
It was with finality he gorged in ungentlemanly haste.
Today my cynical response to the terrible poetry prompt. It takes me to a sixtieth Anniversary gathering. I hope you enjoy. Please leave me a comment I simply love to talk.
The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest 2/22 – 2/28/2020
https://chelseaannowens.com/2020/02/29/the-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest-2-29-3-6-2020/
Ellenbest24 
Wow I can see that man pucking his rotten guts all over. No one deserved it more. You are really quite wicked inside, you little devil you. Perfectly written.
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Realistic then 😂😋 thanks for reading and your comments 😍😘
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I enjoyed this, made me think of repulsive old men lol…probably wasn’t the intention!!
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Maybe just abusive husbands who we wish got their comeuppance
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Or that!! I liked the synicism
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First thoughts were sixty years of abuse and no more. Always enjoy visiting
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Let him reep his just reward in Hell. Llet her flee from justice for she is the victim of his disrespect. Justice is served. X
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I think the terrible poetry theme suits you well! I’m quite the cynic too. This did make me chuckle!
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Gemma! I never had you down as a cynic, you are a dark horse. 😀😂
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Oh I may come across all positive and glitter! 😂
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Not such a bad trait. X
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How do i participate in the bad poetry prompts?
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https://wp.me/p8RMyq-3a9 I think That is it if not come back
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Thanks!
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Wow… I didn’t think your poetry was awful at all… I hoped this was a meal for the orange American king. Yes, please. LOL! I thought this was quite brilliant, Ellen. ❤
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Thank you for reading Colleen. I have to admit to having someone in mind. P.s. you hid in my spam 😫 but I escaped you. X
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Oh, darn. We all seem to have the same issues! 😂❤️
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Hi Ellen, thank you for sharing your poem. Yup, I agree with the others, I do not want to upset you and then sit at your table thereafter.
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Haaha! So pleased you came and commented. It was like an audience with royalty
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This is great, Ellen 👌
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I absolutely love this! What fun and so creative! Thank you for posting it in our group. I’m going to have to try this, lol!!
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Walt this was my first attempt but I had great fun. X see you there soon I hope.
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Thanks again!
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Yeah I thought the link might not work. But on a positive note it is so good I linked it twice 😜
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😎
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https://chelseaannowens.com/2020/02/29/the-weekly-terrible-poetry-contest-2-29-3-6-2020/
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Thank you!
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I do hope you have a go. X
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It sounds like you are thinking … Erm’s story is intriguing. I read up a bit on the hoax.
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What an awful person to poem about! 😀 Thank you for entering!
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I agree and the menu leaves no room for seconds 😇 … thank you
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The above ‘spam’ should be spasm…(I didn’t like spam either)
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Except when Monty Python’s lot sang it 😜 I caught your typo, x
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What an awful idea…(good). My throat goes into spasm when I think of actually eating tripe. Ugh.
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The smell would finish me orf! 😀
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Welcome to Terrible Poetry. You’re going to fit right in. 🙂
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Like a tail on a dove joint in carpentry a practically perfect fit 😜 thanks for the encouragement
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Can’t stand the smell of tripe and prepared eels once, not expecting to find a live one in the bottom of the bucket! The boys wanted to keep it as a pet, but it kept escaping, so we released it back into the wild. There were tears from the eldest who was concerned it would be OK.
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I wish them no harm but … they are about as lovely as her husband 😜😀 thank you for reading and commenting. X
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A truly awful anniversary. I hope I never upset you!
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I promise I would rather starve than eat tripe 😉💚 and you can never trust grey food.
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Well I enjoyed this…
Hope none of it is true 😜🤣🤣🤣🤣
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If only … As The lovely Husband said “It helps ones creativity when one has someone in mind”
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Lol 💜
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