{"id":134287,"date":"2023-09-02T18:27:49","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:27:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=134287"},"modified":"2023-09-03T09:14:21","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T13:14:21","slug":"134287","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/134287\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>HOUR 8<\/p>\n<p>(Use at least 5 of the following 10 words: beet, jacket, elk, carport, tremor bayou, elbow, lightbulb, cinnamon, bucket)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>ADVENTURES WITH MILES THE ELK HERDER<\/p>\n<p>Miles was a seasoned elk herder<\/p>\n<p>Working for pleasure and cash.<\/p>\n<p>Wearing his camouflage jacket<\/p>\n<p>Through mountains and hillsides he&#8217;d dash.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He would head out early each morning<\/p>\n<p>With his Cinnamon Latte in hand.<\/p>\n<p>Enjoying a day in the sunshine<\/p>\n<p>Herding elk all over the land.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d been walking awhile so he took pause<\/p>\n<p>Laying down in the grass in the sun.<\/p>\n<p>Propped up on his elbow he shouted<\/p>\n<p>Damn my life is so fun!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>OI&#8217; Miles, he made lots of money<\/p>\n<p>And he carefully invested each bill.<\/p>\n<p>For soon he planned to retire.<\/p>\n<p>Just the thought of it gave him the chills.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d invested\u00a0 some dollars in beet farms<\/p>\n<p>Those funds made his bank account grow.<\/p>\n<p>Once retired he&#8217;d take all his money<\/p>\n<p>And move to a place void of snow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The day finally came, Miles retired<\/p>\n<p>With bucket list firmly in hand.<\/p>\n<p>Pulling out from his carport he shouted<\/p>\n<p>Damn my life is so grand!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>With all his excitement and laughter<\/p>\n<p>Miles had a bit of bad luck<\/p>\n<p>He failed to stop at the red light<\/p>\n<p>And was hit by an on coming truck.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Miles and his car went a rollin&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Over and over the hill<\/p>\n<p>Miles struggled and climbed from the wreckage<\/p>\n<p>What he saw next would give him a chill (and not the good kind)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>His money he had all in small bills<\/p>\n<p>Which had flown from his car and was found<\/p>\n<p>Being grabbed up by those passing by then<\/p>\n<p>Snatched up before touching the ground.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The ironic twist to this ending<\/p>\n<p>Miles discovered and caused him to faint<\/p>\n<p>The roadside was covered in red ooze<\/p>\n<p>Wasn&#8217;t blood, and not even paint.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You see the truck that had hit him<\/p>\n<p>Lost it&#8217;s load all over the ground,<\/p>\n<p>The red stuff was actually beet juice<\/p>\n<p>From a farm on the west side of town.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Luckily Miles had a good sense of humor<\/p>\n<p>About starting his work life once more.<\/p>\n<p>But the next time he invests in some beet juice<\/p>\n<p>It will be at his town grocery store.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>HOUR 8 (Use at least 5 of the following 10 words: beet, jacket, elk, carport, tremor bayou, elbow, lightbulb, cinnamon, bucket) &nbsp; ADVENTURES WITH MILES THE ELK HERDER Miles was a seasoned elk herder Working for pleasure and cash. 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