by It’s Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word “set.”
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Ink hadn’t even set
on the weddin’ invites
b’fore Jeff was out hookin’ his-self up
with anything female what had a pulse.
Folks felt sorry for “Sweet Joni” gettin’
knocked-up but
what hardly nobody knew
was that kid wasn’t even Jeff’s.
Nope.
Sure wasn’t.
What an ironic twist at the end! Well done!
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Thanks so much!
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A match made in heaven 😉 You never know what the real story is unless it’s yourself, and even then sometimes it’s a mystery. I like the “dialect” you used for it, Susan.
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That’s the truth, Lisa. Life is a mystery even if it’s your own.. Glad you enjoyed!
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🙂
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It looks like both were getting hooked up.
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Yep! 🙂
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I apologize for this late reading of your poem. I’ve been overwhelmed with work and family stuff. I didn’t see that twist coming! I wonder if they stay together unhappily ever after?
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I hadn’t thought about that Merril, but I think they should stay together and make each other miserable for awhile, and then eventually fall in love.
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🙂
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