November 13th, poem number two:

from the prompt word, "house"


My house is a disaster zone,
It looks like there's been a cyclone.
I wish I could say
It's just for the day,
But this is the norm for my home.

November 13th, poem number three:

from the prompt word, "shatter"

Rorschach Floor Stains
I started out trying to cook,
Using a recipe book,
But then couldn't sup
Since I shattered the cup
Which left the floor with a new look

November 14th, poem number one:

from the prompt, "flower"

A Writer's Process
I've given the question much thought
This important point in the plot
Let flower decide,
And I will abide:
Whether he loves her, or not.

(with a sketch of a daisy flower, petals mid-pluck)

November 14th, poem number two:

from the prompt "star"


I'm on my ladder's top bar
But still can't quite reach that far..
I'm on my tip-toes
As high as they goes
But can't get my hands on that star

November 14th, poem number three:


from the prompt, "goal".

I drew a picture of a dragonoid person in football (soccer) uniform with a football (soccer ball) underfoot. I don't know how to reproduce that here. But the visual probably helps clarify the puns in this one.

(Not "American football")
Our fantasy football game starts
By assigning all players their parts
But then the big troll
Who stands in the goal
Ended the game with his farts

November 15th, poem number one:

from the prompt, "school"

Self-Knowledge
I can still be a bit of a fool
Despite all those years at a school
I know what I know
'Cause the news says it's so....
I'm too tired to think, as a rule

November 15th, poem number two:

from the prompt, "first crush"


Extra Virgin
Although I'm not one to gush,
I still admire my first crush
Look at how pure...
Such an allure!
That first olive oil is so lush!

(a.k.a., "Olive Press Review")

November 15th, poem number three:

(no prompt)


Winter Woes
The raindrops have turned into snow
So there's something to do 'ere you go...
I just finished this task
So sincerely I ask:
"Wind, I just shoveled! Don't blow!"

Well, it's only been over two years, don't think I'm going to finish this, ha ha ha.


So I'll just try and come up with one for Grog:

Dreams of the Knuffel Kingdom
I danced with a donut all night
In chocolate-dipped dress, dark- and white-
The host of the ball
Was Grog, proud and tall,
As the taste of his wares gave us flight


(Yeah, okay, doesn't make sense. Whatever, I'm half asleep)

Candy Caravan Wishlist
I have my eye on some eyes
"heterochromia" eyes!
I just need some dough
To make this plan go
And get my hands on the prize!