Thursday

A-Z sketches in verse: Heckled for Humor



My Uncle Hector’s not much fun.
When he stops by, we hide and run.
Against the grain,
He raises Cain.
But when he laughs, he comes undone.

His wisecrack targets cannot fight.
He barbs the disadvantaged, slight.
But others laugh
On his behalf.
Perhaps they chuckle out of fright.
c2015 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Vintage/public domain artwork

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2 comments:

  1. Robin RiveraApril 9, 2015 at 7:08 PM

    Hi,
    Stopping by from Blogging A to Z. You have a cute blog. I don't read a lot of poetry any more but I'm enjoying the blogs that have chosen as a theme. Thanks for reminding me to read more poems!

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  2. Stephen TrempApril 9, 2015 at 11:55 PM

    I think ol' Uncle Hector has been hitting the ol' hooch when no one is looking.

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