New friends, or: At the dance

A limerick

Dirk ordered Scotches for new friends at the dance,
followed by several Bordeaux from France.
Lastly, for himself, a Belgian beer.
Then, as he turned, his ex pinched his rear.
Dirk squeaked, stumbled, & ruined his dance pants.

W3 poetry prompt

This poem was written in response to Steven S. Wallace’s W3 prompt ~ to write a poem of less than 100 words in any form, which includes three proper nouns (names of persons places or things).

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

37 thoughts on “New friends, or: At the dance”

  1. Oh dear Dirkie Dirk
    What was thinkin
    Going international
    With his sipping bouts.

    Lol who gave the ex the right
    To be dreamin’
    Like that?

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