Rolled Oats

    Some phrases just roll off the tongue.  I like “rolled oats” because of the long “O” in both words.  In fact it inspired me to see if I could extend it.  This is good practice for poets since the sounds of words in poetry is so important.  Here’s mine.  You try one too.

    Lonesome Jones owns forty glorious rolled oat stores for those poor bores ordering s’mores.

    12 Responses

    1. Re-worked this a bit to be be closer (I think) to the intent of the prompt.

      “Asia, eh?” the Canadian’s woe
      He’d had enough “East” to last.
      S’why I sell high when I buy low
      opined O’Shay, late of Cork
      A jaundiced view that you knew to be true
      if you traded your stock in New York

      I have nothing for “and sometimes Y”

    3. “Asia, eh?” said the Canadian who
      had enough of all things East.
      Why Hong Kong is just an island
      in an ocean of cavalier omission
      where you find ‘shoddy’ to be ubiquitous.

    4. Went to Schenectady
      For an appendectomy
      Guy lying next to me
      Said that surgeon wreckta me
      Friend came running, saying
      Why you texting me?
      I said, please, buddy, get me
      Outta Schenectady !

    5. Does alliteration qualify? Lucy Leland lingered on the lawn of the last house in the lane, hoping to learn the last name of the lad who sent her the love note.

    7. The groom will soon sweep the room with a broom so he and his bride can have their honeymoon.

    9. The purely surely gentleman sat in the hovering, smothering fog, contentedly stroking his puppy’s belly while telling tall tales of life on the bogs.