Stop in your steps.
Cool your jets and park it here,
rest a spell before you spill your lunch
in a shimmering, spewing spray.
It is hard that your yard is blocks away
and quite absurd that you curb your urge
to purge. No wonder your stomach thunders;
your status put asunder. Turn the page.
© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2013
Wordle #112
Written for The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #112
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
Sounds like needed advice. I like ending it with turn the page.
Thanks Laurie. The ending was a necessity. I forgot to use “page”. That was a fortunate throw in!
Great sounds in this, Walt.
Pamela
It certainly was a playful romp, Pamela! Thanks for stopping to read.
Great rhyme and play in this poem. A fantastic read!
Thanks Write Girl. I can’t get too serious fitting “spewing” into the mix! 😉
I liked the use of the rhyming words in the lines and the word associations too to make it such fun to read.
Internal rhyme seems to flow when I get going, Egg. Had fn writing it, glad you had fun reading.
Yes, a thundering stomach is what I have today. LOL!! This one cracks me up, even though I’m feeling a bit off.
Laughter is the best medicine after all! 😀 Thanks for your continued support. Feel better, Marilyn.
I like what you did with the words!! Fun to read.
Thank you, Annell!
Shimmering spraying spew…. ew! haha! I enjoyed this, Walt, much more than I enjoy it when it visits me. 😉
Living vicariously through my worded spew? I can live with that! 😀
I love these tightly packed Wordle word inspired poems – Crackling with WW energy 🙂
Gracious as ever, Pearl. Thanks for this, means a lot. If WW energy doesn’t crackle, it sits there and fizzles, and neither of us wants that! 😉