The Ridiculous Horny Snail

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While I am still preparing the next blog and travel bit, I thought you might enjoy this brief interlude.

The Key West writers guild conducts a word flash writing exercise during the off weeks of the regularly scheduled meetings. Words are submitted on ragged pieces of paper ( a writing group sans writing utensils), arbitrarily tossed into a hat and then three selected.

The object to write, write, write…either a poem or up to a 750 word prose piece. Due to the constraints of writing the book, Fish on a Leash, and a new project in progress, a two hander play, I have refrained from participating. However, while baking one night and given the nature of the weeks words, my thoughts wandered. (Not unusual given the nature of senioritis). I began composing a little ditty, which has turned into a poem of sorts. Since poetry has taken a different tack from when we are high school and college students, this might just qualify as containing poetic elements: a form, a sound, a rhythm, an image, a voice and an intention.

The three words for the week were: ridiculous, escargot, and pheromones. Like my five chocolate chocolate chips, I offer you a petite titillation.

The Ridiculous Horny Snail

Madame Escargot’s secreted pheromones were raging,

At a snail’s pace.

“C’est ridicule,” hissed Monsieur,

Whose visceral hump always screamed for more.

“A freewheelin’ conch I’m not,” she yelped,

Like her relative the whimpering whelk.

Monsieur excreted comeuppance.

“You are quite right, Madame.

You are not, you’re just a slug!”

With that last insult to her femininity,

Madame flipped over on her back,

Clammed her tail, foot, head and neck,

Tightly into her hump, and declared to Monsieur,

“Pas ce soir, Joseph!” “Pas ce soir, Joseph!”

(Night tonight, Joseph!)

Copyright June 2018 Judith D. Winters, content may not be used without express permission of the author

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      Judi

      Glad you enjoyed it Mark. I am going to post another piece I did for the flash fiction but I am not sure if Rusty read it at the last meeting.

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