Kingdom of Knuffel

November 10th, poem number 1:

(from the prompt, "photograph")

If A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words
A woman known for on-dits
Showed up one day in obit.s
Her epitaph?
A photograph:
She died while attempting the splits.

November 10th, poem number 2:

(from the prompt, "quill")


The Caution Label
Don't be too eager to fill
The inkwell which comes with your quill;
We know it has style
But when thought turns to trial
It's remarkably easy to spill.

November 10th, poem number 3:

(from the prompt, "punch"):

Punch
My cup was filled up to the brim
Now my senses are starting to swim
I'll have one more cup...
That's right, fill it up...
The odds that I'm sober are slim

November's over but I may as well finish.

November 11th, poem number1:

(from the prompt, "X-Ray")

The Skeleton In My Closet Is Sick
My closet is full of old bones
A skeleton by name of Jones
He fell ill one day
And went for an X-Ray
Which found that he had kidney stones

November 11th, poem number 2:

(from the prompt, "Railroad"):


Dungeons and Dragons
All our spellcasters need rest,
But we're almost through with this quest.
With our plot on a rail
We can fight without fail;
Our DM's railroad's the best!

November 11th, poem number three


From the prompt, "wreck"

Choices
My aquarium needs something new
Since none of the water plants grew
A shipwreck, perhaps
Or sea-current maps
.... Or maybe I'll have a fish stew.

November 12th, poem number one:

from the prompt, "coin"

Spoiler'd for mature content (sexual innuendo, not violence)

November 12th, poem number two:

from the prompt word, "ice"


You can tell by the red of my nose
That as for the weather, it froze.
There's ice on the pond,
And of skating I'm fond,
But I quit when I can't feel my toes.

November 12th, poem number three:

from the prompt word, "truck"

A stoplight found us by a truck;
The ad. on its side said, "We pluck!"
With roast chicken drawn large,
Drumsticks like a barge...
What concerned me was hearing a "Cluck!"

November 13th, poem number one:

from the prompt word, "antique"


To check her bi'logical clock
My grandmother went to the Doc.
He said her physique
Was like an antique:
Long-lasting and from the best stock!