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Just Desserts

PHOTO PROMPT © ROGER BUTOLT


“What’ll it be ladies?” Joe asked.

“Dessert!” Sue smiled.

“Something sweet! But not too sweet.” Julie sighed.

“Come on Julie,” Debra chided, “go for it! We’re celebrating!”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha celebratin’?” Joe asked as he displayed his sweetest pies to three sets of wide eyes.

Sue declared proudly, “Well, we have lost a total of 100 pounds between us!”

“Wow! I’m guessing you want whipped cream on top?”

Julie giggled, “Yes sir!”

Joe winked, “Coming right up!”

From a table nearby a child whined, “Mama, why can’t I have just desserts?”

The diner’s patrons burst into laughter and applause.

~kat
(99 Words)

For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.


Old King Teflon – Wacky Wednesday :)

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There once was an old king named Teflon.
He did what he pleased; it was bedlam!
For a while he was slick,
no indictments would stick,
‘til a crack jammed with truth spelled corruption!

-kat


Winsome Winston

Having a bit of fun with my rescue pup Winston. He rarely allows his tummy to be exposed so when he does it it an impressive event. Can you name the movie he stole this scene from. This guy is such a sweet love bug. Hope you’re having a great weekend! 


My Schmushy-Faced Wubby Dub – NaPoWriMo 2017 #18

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My Schmushy-Faced Wubby Dub

my
big puppy
is a wubby dub
booger butt, slobbery schmush
and
then
sometimes he’s just my Winston
he always answers
cause he wuvs
me

kat – 18 April 2017
(NaPoWriMo 2017 #18 – “Write a “neologism” –
a made-up word made from combining two existing words, like “motel” coming from “motor” and “hotel” or words invented entirely for their sound. Because this is an odd prompt I found an equally odd poetry form, the Oddquain a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of seventeen syllables distributed 1, 3, 5, 7, 1 in five lines. I chose one of several variations…the mirror oddquain (1-3-5-7-1 1-7-5-3-1) 🙂


Cake Bombs – NaPoWriMo 2017 #14

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Photo Credit: Pinterest

So-called ‘President’ Trump
commands mother lodes on his rump,
noshing on beautiful chocolate cake,
a buffoon oblivious to what’s at stake!

~kat – 14 April 2017

(For NaPoWriMo 2017 #14 – Following today’s prompt suggestion because I needed a bit of fun in light of these crazy, scary times. Today’s poetry form is a Clerihew. Enjoy!)


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