Welcome to Wednesday (again)! It ‘s time for Friday Fictioneers.
The Smears of a Clown
Penelope Snoots was the talk of the town
When she married a man from the circus (a clown)
Who thought himself clever at messing around
With oil paints, charcoals and color crans (brown)
His pockets were empty – he was really quite vain
(Though his face was Picasso on drugs when it rained)
Yet Penelope loved him in ways unexplained
Cause her wine limit was . . . shall we say . . . unconstrained?
One day he took fruit and chopped it up nicely
Combined strawberries, wine and cantaloupes thricely
He killed her and placed her on ice cubes concisely
Then he painted Penelope’s portrait precisely
Of course Wednesday means it’s time for 100-words of fun hosted every week by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple. Pop over and join us. The more the merrier!
Until next time . . . I love you