Hour 9: Ten Word Prompt Poem

I came upon a masked stranger,

stirring porridge in the heat.

He asked if I was in danger,

and offered me a seat.


I said that I felt lethargic,

and could use a bit to eat.

He insisted that I seemed sick,

and must get off my feet.


He went into his wee abode,

a cottage on the treeline.

He soon returned with a huge toad,

and a cat he called Ms. Feline.


He zoomed about like a firefly,

then said, “It’s time to dine!”

He opened a bottle, then did cry,

“After dinner you will feel fine!”







3 thoughts on “Hour 9: Ten Word Prompt Poem

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *