{"id":114847,"date":"2022-06-25T19:25:06","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T23:25:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=114847"},"modified":"2022-06-25T19:25:06","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T23:25:06","slug":"juliette","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/juliette\/","title":{"rendered":"Juliette"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Juliette was without her Romeo<br \/>\nShe lived in the deep blue sea.<br \/>\nJuliette was a squeamish whale would didn&#8217;t like shrimp.<\/p>\n<p>She a dreamed one day of walking on land.<br \/>\nHer qualms about being a sea monster did not fit her pedigree.<br \/>\nJuliette longed for the day the she could feel the earth beneath her feet.<\/p>\n<p>Expected to eat the fisherman on boats she would met.<br \/>\nTeased by her whale companions for avoiding blood and gore.<br \/>\nNo way she would swallow Jonah like her ancestors before.<\/p>\n<p>Juliette without her Romeo could not wish upon a star.<br \/>\nEverywhere that plankton went Juliette was sure to go.<br \/>\nOther species like Juliette made her feel ashamed.<\/p>\n<p>They laughed and snarled at the cowardly whale for acting like  a scarecrow.<br \/>\nThen one day her wish came true when a prince that she knew fell onto the oceans floor.<br \/>\nJuliette recued him ana brought him back safely to the shore.<\/p>\n<p>In return the prince thanked Juliette and kiss her on her nose.<br \/>\nAmazingly, what she had been was never to be no more.<br \/>\nSuddenly, Juliette became the women she wanted to be. <\/p>\n<p>Her tail grew into legs, She was able to join the prince<br \/>\nAt the palace where her story was written by the scribe.<br \/>\nJuliette was no longer the Squamish man eating whale never again took a dive. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Juliette was without her Romeo She lived in the deep blue sea. Juliette was a squeamish whale would didn&#8217;t like shrimp. She a dreamed one day of walking on land. Her qualms about being a sea monster did not fit her pedigree. Juliette longed for&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4311,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-114847","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114847","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4311"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114847"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114847\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":115393,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114847\/revisions\/115393"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114847"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114847"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114847"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}