The Neighbors May Talk or Even Balk . . .
But I’m No Sitcom Mom.
This poem is clean.
You’ll see what I mean.
The lines are clear,
If you read between.
The lines below
A list bestow.
Just find your show.
Ready, set, go!
Yes, Dear, listen up to my eight simple rules,
Without hope and faith, we might all be mere fools,
Just grounded for life with no hope for review;
Perhaps that is just what I like about you.
I may take my scrubs, but I must drop the bomb:
According to Jim, I am no sitcom mom.
So curb your enthusiasm, if you can.
I would not sit still for two and a half men.
Well, maybe it’s me, less than perfect; it’s true.
So sue me; just shoot me. Let’s get back to you.
With run of the house still, but so little time,
Why just play spin city with dials? It’s a crime.
The great big bang theory could really be fun;
Arrested development tossed, one-on-one –
Let’s smash that T.V. set and crash it to crumbs,
Then call the Proud family and some other chums.
For friends, drawn together for love of the game,
Find cheers for the worst week, as if not the same.
Tomorrow, the office, still standing, will wait.
So curb your enthusiasm; don’t be late.
Shut off all the sitcoms; call girlfriends and guys,
Heck, call up the class: Reba, Rodney, likewise -
For sports night and socials – the two, half-and half.
See? Not only sitcoms can make people laugh.
Posted for a variety of prompts:
Easy Street Prompts (“the neighbors”)
Heads or Tails (“List Three”)
Meme Express (Pick a Prompt – writer’s choice)
Poetic Asides (April P.A.D. Challenge: “clean” or “dirty”)
Read Write Poem (NaPoWriMo – “nicknames”)
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