Hello and happy Thursday, friends! I'm sorry we're running late in posting again today. If I'm to make an excuse, I've had a gnarly cold (not the pandemic sort) for over a week now, and I'll admit that it's left me something along the lines of a zombie. Now that I've finally rejoined the living for today, I can top off this post and share it with you all.
So, it's Thursday. That means it's time for Angel Sammy's Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge.
As always, our poetic host shared with us a photo prompt to guide our poetic endeavors. This week's prompt is this image here:
What Are You Reading?
On one fine day,
My grandma came over for a little stay.
We had a wonderful meal and a lovely visit,
And then, for awhile, with my cats and a book I did sit.
My grandma approached my bookshelf and me.
With a smile, she said, "You're reading, I see."
I gave a nod as a smile of my own did sprout.
And then my grandma asked, "What are you reading about?"
I answered, "I'm reading a book that's perfectly magical,
Which allows an escape form this world that's more practical.
It's about a boy who's none other than a wizard,
But he's being hunted by this evil guy who kind of looks like a lizard."
"What on earth?" my grandma said.
She gave a huff and a shake of her head.
Then she added, "Your books are nothing but weird.
Don't you have anything better to read here?"
I told my grandma, "I just finished reading this here thriller,
Which means it has mystery and suspense and maybe a killer.
Believe it or not, it's about this dog who can sort of talk,
Though by a violent baboon he's being stalked."
"No, no, no!" my grandma exclaimed.
The look on her face looked a little something like pain.
"Okay then," I said, "what about this epic one?
It teaches a lesson while also being fun.
It's about a little hero of a guy,
Who has hairy feet and a short height."
"Hairy feet?" my grandma gasped.
"For another weird tale is not what I asked."
I shrugged and said, "It looks like you've just about had it,
So how about we try out a classic?
This one here follows a man on a great many travels,
And both small and big adventures begin to unravel.
He even gets to visit a floating island,
And then he meets talking horses who are far from violent."
My grandma held up her hand.
She looked as if she wished all of my books were banned.
She said, "Just keep reading to yourself,
From all those weird books on your shelf.
There's just one thing I can say without a doubt,
And it's that I don't want to know a single thing they're about."
We'll see you tomorrow, friends!