Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

You have until November 15 to post a poem, and from November 16-22 we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: Scarecrow.

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

You asked for fun...

Rhyme of the Scarecrow
By Brett A. Starr on November 1, 2023

It is time for a rhyme from the scarecrow.
Can you hear me from the first to the last row?
Lend me your ears, but not like Vincent Van Gogh.
It’s a little upsetting to my gastro.
Just like hot chili beans with Tabasco.
The scene then would be quite the fiasco.

Shall we change the topic, oh, perhaps so.
Let me introduce you to Alessandro.
He’s not Hispanic, but Italiano.
He attended the University of Glasgow.
He mainly met with people that were Anglo.
He studied economics, but mostly macro.

They had him study Shakespeare, one Othello.
And then Macbeth and his killing of King Banquo.
How about Romeo and Juliet? I think so.
A Midsummer Night’s Dream? I don’t know.
Now getting back to Alessandro.
His favorite games were Chess and then Go.

The peak of my rhyme is about to plateau.
The full moon strikes my body and makes a shadow.
My body is definitely not like Rambo.
But I really like to wear my matching camo.
I go hunting with my gun and also ammo.
I put black marks on my face like I’m commando.

I like to chew on the Skoal Long Cut tobacco.
I dig a hole in the ground with a backhoe.
I make it big enough to bury a piano.
You may really think that I’m just a wacko.
Or that I’m shallow from the state of Colorado.
I like to walk barefoot mostly where the grass grows.

When Pinocchio tells a lie he gets a long nose.
To get him off the hook he brings a red rose.
Do you like to hear the music by the Black Crows?
Is this rhyme really good? I think my wife knows.
Don’t sue me for these rhymes ex post facto.
Now, it’s time to pull the curtain on this bad show.

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Lacy Yang Strikes Again
GENRE: Narrative Song
RATING: PG-13 for language, violence, and pedophilia references



ACT I
She stands like a halfling, walks like a giant
Forget the kid shit, ‘cause she’s self-reliant
Learned capoeira from the masters of old
Spin-kicking heads until bodies turn cold
Practice on scarecrows, theory on the dance floor
Helicopter kicks and through the air she soars
But no matter how many bones she breaks
There’s always some jerk-ass who calls her a fake

ACT II
Her name is Lacy Yang, but they call her baby girl
And a bunch of other sweet names to make her hurl
She ain’t tall enough to ride the rollercoaster
They say she’s just small enough to fit inside a toaster
As she sipped her hot tea at the capoeira café
She tried to push these thoughts so far away
Until a forty-something with white in his hair
Drunkenly tried to get inside her underwear

ACT III
He’s got Reese’s Pieces and Peanut Butter Cups
A van full of toys and a ranch full of puppy-dups
Lacy Yang told this pervert to fuck off
Two middle fingers for the incel suck-wad
A slap across her face, a prelude to a spanking
Easily forgetting her martial arts ranking
She tied up her dreadlocks in a giant knot
“Come on, you pedo, show me what you’ve got!”

ACT IV
Cartwheeled out of the way of a punch
Flipped off the table, landed with a feather’s touch
He went for a kick, didn’t protect his dick
Lacy threw a crescent heel, sent him spinning like a wheel
Some kangaroo stomps for his bits and pieces
Dragon uppercut to unleash his loose feces
Head butt to the jaw for breaking molestation laws
Knocked the fuck out, the winner wasn’t in doubt

CONCLUSION
David and Goliath is one hell of a legend
Lacy Yang’s story is worth more than a mention
Let this be a lesson to the wicked and dangerous
May you get your ass kicked from Earth to Uranus

I've been gone for forever... sorry about that. But I saw this prompt pop up when I came on here the other day and it inspired this little piece. Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome.

they smeared
his face
with sticky paint
gave him a
ghastly smile
tied red ribbons
to his ears,
tin cans
around his feet
wherever he goes
you hear him come
and all the
children scream

It's good to have you back, C.P. You were very much missed around here. Your poem this week is short, sweet, to the point, and just what I needed to keep the Halloween spirit alive long after it's over. Great job!

Thanks, Garrison! I've missed being around and hopefully I can have a more regular appearance here.

That would be awesome if you could. :)

C.P., it’s good to see you!

You too, M!