A quadrille (44 words)
Having sprung past spring in the course of but one too-brief week, Israel once again puts winter radiators back into seasonal storage; opens windows wide; embraces summer's heat with open arms, sweat dripping down the small of its back, straight into its ass crack.
d’Verse Quadrille #149
The above poem is my take on today’s d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge. The Quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “season” in a Quadrille.
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57 thoughts on “Spring, or: Sprung”
Haha! Nothing sums up heat better than a frank description of where the sweat goes!
😜 Marion 😜
yet again you have tickled my funny bone. thanks
😄 Roger 😄
The seasons do seem to change in a week’s time. You described it very well in your poem!
🤪 Dwight 🤪
Hahahaha. 😂😂 That’s just what I needed, David. Thank you. ❤️
😆 Jeff 😆
Back and ass crack! Now, there’s a rhyming scheme I never thought I’d see! 😛😛🤣🤣🤣👏👏
💗🤪 Ken 🤪💗
Oh, on a more serious note. I’ve got a new poem up over on my blog. Glint in her Eyes. It’s a tribute to my wife’s aunt who recently passed away.
Thanks very much David, sorry for bothering you. 🙏😁😊
Your ending made me laugh out loud. Isn’t funny how we can’t wait for the season to change and then when it does. we are overwhelmed by the change?
Any poem that makes me laugh is a winner in my book. Thanks.
😁 Ali 😁
Well, I didn’t see that coming! So beautifully penned and then it hit the real facts of summer. 😀
😂 Carol 😂
David, are you by any chance describing the heat we are experiencing! 😅
🤭 Punam 🤭
Well if the sweats running down backs into ass cracks then the faces of those fine Jewish ladies must be running down between their tits. Makeup does not like sweat! :p
🤣 Greg 🤣
love this little chuckle in poetry David. My son’s company was started there and he gets to go on a business trip.. so exciting! I’ll have to give him a warning of what’s to be greeting him.
“with open arms,
down the small
of its back,
😅 Cindy 😅
I prefer the summer heat but not the sweat dripping. Fun one!
😜 Grace 😜
Yes, we’re all happy right now, but with passing day we, like your poem, descends into the sweltering irritation of the season we shall not name (yet). I grinned as I got to those final words, bravo.
🙃🙂 Raivenne 🙃🙂
I had to laugh! This was so vivid a description – and now I’m wishing we could get some warmer weather here. The high today was 51F but a cold rain was falling. Tomorrow it will briefly reach 60F but only for a couple of hours before plunging back into the 40s!
😄 Muri 😄