Written for Quadrille Monday dVerse Poets Pub; De Jackson is asking us to create a 44-word poem using the word âFriday”. My poem is a Dectina Refrain: 1st line is 1 syllable, 2nd line is 2 syllables 3rd line is 3 syllables, and so on for 9 lines; the 10th line is comprised of the first four lines as one stand-alone sentence.
Our Friday night dinner we wait all week to sit on the couch and eat sexy pizza with cheese like hot melted love, gooey and deliciously good, and we drink tall glasses of red wine. Our Friday night dinner we wait all week
It’s a fiver today, including prompt words from FOWC with Fandango and Weekly Prompts Wednesday.
âDebonair, sophisticated and charmingâ sighed Alice Carter. âI just love that movie. Cary Grant is so good-looking and classy. They donât make movies like that anymore, you know?â
âAnd that Ingrid Bergman is some beauty, tooâ replied Aliceâs husband Ralph. âThose smoldering eyes, high cheekbones, graceful neck â a real looker, that one.â
âAnd so chic, too, Ralph. You always knew a real lady when you saw one. Well, I better start dinner. Iâm making your favorite â sausage and potato casserole.â
âI hope you made a lemon meringue pie for dessert.â
âOf course! Have we ever celebrated your birthday without your favorite pie? I know what you like, Ralph.â
“No, we have not, Alice. The kitchen is your milieu and no one makes a lemon meringue pie like you, my little chickadee!” Alice blushed with delight; Ralph’s compliments were rare these days.
Returning to the den after starting dinner, Alice found Ralph was watching the weatherchannel. “My goodness! That weather girl’s pants are awfully tight! They’re a bit unseemly for TV, I think. Don’t you agree, Ralph?“
“Oh, I don’t think so at all, Alice. She’s got a lovely figure; she probably works out every day. I’m sure her parents instilled in her an excellent work ethic. You know, I remember reading in some countries the TV weather girls are topless.”
“Topless? Why, I never” Alice declared indignantly; Ralph switched the channel to the news.
Alice clucked her tongue. âWhy arenât there more delightful men on the news, men like that handsome Peter Jennings?â
âBecause heâs deadâ replied Ralph.
âHow about Mike Wallace? He’s so dapper.â
âAlso deadâ Ralph reminded Alice.
âLook at that clown, Glenn Beck, wearing jeans and sneakers on a TV news show! Give him a beanie and heâd look just like one of those little rascal kids. What ever happened to that nice Matt Lauer?â
âFired for overt misconduct and sexual harassmentâ replied Ralph.
âGood Lord! I donât believe it! Well, what about Bill OâReilly, Eric Bolling and Charlie Rose?â
âFired, fired and, oh yeah .⊠fired. Alice, can I please have a moment of peace and quiet to watch the news?â
âWell, pardon me for living! No need to be rude, Ralphâ she sniffed. âIâm going to check on the sausage casserole.â
When she returned Alice stopped dead in her tracks. âOh my God, Ralph! What on earth are you watching now?â
âItâs still the news, Alice. In fact, itâs called âThe News Channelâ. News all day, every day.”
âThe âX Rated News Channelâ, you mean! No wonder those poor men got fired. What red-blooded guy could resist floozies like that showing off their goods on national TV? They look like hookers! And look at you sitting there in your underwear all bug-eyed. Disgusting!â Alice harrumphed.
âPut a lid on it, Alice! You donât have the slightest idea what youâre talking about. These women are professionals. Theyâre lawyers, professors and judges, not some bimbos with sketchy qualifications who just walked in off the street.â
âYeah, theyâre highly qualified alright âŠ. as adult entertainers!â Alice snapped. âTake that one on the end with the dyed blonde hair and skirt so short I can practically see Niagara Falls! What happened …. did they run out of fabric? And the other one with the dark hair. Who is she …. one of the Kardashians? With those spike heels and implants, I’m sure she can get a job as a pole dancer!â
âWoah, woah, woah! Thatâs enough, Alice! Look, this here is Megyn Kelly. She has a law degree, is a journalist, an author and a world-famous political commentator as well as a news anchor. The dark-haired one is Kimberly Guilfoyle. Sheâs a political analyst, an attorney and former First Lady of San Francisco. Now sheâs engaged to Donald Trump, Jr.â
âWell, big whoop!! If you think Iâm impressed, Ralph, youâve got another thing comin’. Youâre delusional!â
âI donât care what you think, Alice. Iâm sure their families are very proud of them. Besides being absolutely stunning, they are brilliant. Now why donât you just run back into the kitchen and let me enjoy my one indulgence.â
âIndulgence??â Alice countered. âSo you admit itâs all about cheap thrills and nothing to do with the news. Youâre such a pig, Ralph!â
“Alice, your ignorance is showing. Can we please stop talking about this? Howâs that sausage coming, anyway? Iâm starving!â
Alice saw red. âHereâs an idea for you, Ralph. Get Kimberly whatâs-her-name to see to your sausage. Iâm sure sheâs highly qualified! And one more thing …. Happy Effin’ Birthday!â
Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head! Such a lovely couple although the misterâs bow tie is a bit starchy.
I remember them as a kid. Do you? Back then they were the real deal â or perhaps I should say âthe raw dealâ.
Our moms always scolded us about playing with our food and then Hasbro messed with our heads by telling us to do just that. No wonder so many Baby Boomers are now in therapy!
Oh, the irony!
These days The Pot Heads are made entirely of plastic. I admit theyâre much less messy but whereâs the charm, the appeal, the joie de vie?
Such sweet memories but troubling ones, as well. Whenever we played with the real Potato Heads, there was always a side of mash with dinner that night. When I finally made the awful connection that I was eating my playmates, it was too late.
Oh, the humanity!
RIP, Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head. You gave your all for a tasty cause! đ„