{"id":129468,"date":"2023-09-02T12:00:35","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129468"},"modified":"2023-09-02T12:00:35","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:00:35","slug":"prompt-3-it-could-happen-to-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-3-it-could-happen-to-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 3: It Could Happen to You"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Your house is like a witch\u2019s cave,<\/p>\n<p>Which trust me, my friend, is just not okay,<\/p>\n<p>My aunt found one, so I know it\u2019s true,<\/p>\n<p>She said it looked like gutter clutter and smelled of woodshop glue.<\/p>\n<p>Still she strode in, not her brightest decision,<\/p>\n<p>(If you have any question, you can go ask my cousin,<\/p>\n<p>Who knows Auntie Sal plays a bit off key,<\/p>\n<p>just hear her pound the piano or taste her fire ant tea)<\/p>\n<p>She had just laid her hand on a knobby old broom,<\/p>\n<p>To feel the silk of the wood, I assume,<\/p>\n<p>When out from the kitchen came a terrible sound,<\/p>\n<p>A clanging and banging and bark of a hound,<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLord \u2018a mercy, dost that belong to you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Came the billowy voice that sounded quite blue,<\/p>\n<p>Not the deep indigo of depression, I think,<\/p>\n<p>More bright like the Gatorade I like to drink,<\/p>\n<p>Which tastes icy cold, even when not from the fridge,<\/p>\n<p>Which must be part of the flavor\u2019s sweet rizz\u2026<\/p>\n<p>So screeched the voice which scared my poor aunt<\/p>\n<p>Who in all desperation began a small rant,<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow can you live in a house so unkempt!<\/p>\n<p>Or find anything in one or any attempt?<\/p>\n<p>What you need is a maid or someone to clean-<\/p>\n<p>You can\u2019t possibly have guests in a cave so obscene!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And, yes, my dear Calla, I put this to you,<\/p>\n<p>Because sadly, at least from my point of view,<\/p>\n<p>Your rooms resemble an abandoned old alley,<\/p>\n<p>Where no one in their right mind would dally,<\/p>\n<p>If you don\u2019t do something to change your ways,<\/p>\n<p>You will likely end up in a cluttery craze,<\/p>\n<p>With rats in your sheets and bugs in your ears,<\/p>\n<p>A fate to be listed up high in your fears\u2014<\/p>\n<p>For what of the witch who, not heeding my aunt,<\/p>\n<p>Threw out the old women and sang a weird taunt:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf all those who think they know best,<\/p>\n<p>Trespasser\u2019s at least should give it a rest,<\/p>\n<p>Because they don\u2019t know who might curse their own chairs.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With that the witch cackled and turned to the stairs.<\/p>\n<p>And what sat on the step 3 feet from the top?<\/p>\n<p>But a sorry balloon that had already popped.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And now you can see how this sad tale will end:<\/p>\n<p>A witch in a heep on the floor with no friend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your house is like a witch\u2019s cave, Which trust me, my friend, is just not okay, My aunt found one, so I know it\u2019s true, She said it looked like gutter clutter and smelled of woodshop glue. Still she strode in, not her brightest decision,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5224,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129468","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129468","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\/5224"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129468"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129468\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129473,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129468\/revisions\/129473"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129468"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129468"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129468"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}