If you could talk, what would you say?
You’re the one that keeps me stable,
not wobbling in a doubtful sway.
If you could talk, what would you say?
When I stub you and swear away
at that stupid fucking table.
If you could talk, what would you say?
You’re supposed to keep me stable!
Shared with W3 #182 – a triolet about something ordinary.

So funny Shaun 🙌😄
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Thank you 🙏
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Shaun, this is hilarious! My daughter always laughs at me because I have this one toe, the second on my right foot, that the doctor screwed up in surgery so now it hurts 100% of the time, and I always stub just that toe! Its not even longer or anything, it just happens! My daughter would be laughing now!
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Haha! Sore toes are so annoying.
My left big toe throbs and I am sure it is from a time in my twenties when I was in my twenties and tried to throw a karate kick (not at anyone – I was just energetic!) and I hit the stair banister so hard that I was writhing in agony. Of course, it was all forgotten a few minutes later….. until now!
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You know you just brought back a memory for me! The year I met who was to be my first husband (late husband, or we would still be together) I met him at a christmas party. I have no recollection of what was going on, probably because of the drinks, but I karate kicked some girl, who it turns out was supposed to be the girl he was supposed to meet that night. I don’t think I did it in spite, probably just showing how limber I was! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Haha! I sometimes still feel like I have some karate kicks in me!
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Love this – 😄🦶
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Thanks! 🙏
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It would be an interesting conversation. (K )
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I was also trying to incorporate smelly socks into this poem but ran out of space. My poor old feet!
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I’m sure they would have a lot to say too!
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Hehe! I would have never imagined an ode/Triolet to one’s big toe – but you made it work with flair and humor! Bravo!
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Thank you 🙏
It was aching away at the time the prompt came up…
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Strange how inspiration happens!
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This is brilliant! You had me at “keep me stable’
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I originally had balanced there but struggled for a rhyme and once I switched to stable, the table came into play! Haha!
Thanks Sarah 🙏
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I find rhyme often helps me finish a poem!
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Very clever! I love that you chose a body part! hehehe
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Thanks Violet 🙏
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Haha! That was great, Shaun!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks Yvette 🙏
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Haha, I love this—especially “that stupid fucking table.” 😄 It’s such a perfect, ordinary frustration turned poetic.
~David
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Thanks David 🙏
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Gave me a chuckle.🤭
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I took a day off from doom and gloom.
Thanks Melissa 🙏
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