July 7th – Your “Bunkie / tent mate” is getting on your nerves. Think of a non-hurtful prank you can play as payback. You can write about the event or of their reaction to it.
STAYING ON THE TRAIL
July 6 – HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH
July 4 – NIGHT LIGHTS OVER THE LAKE
July 3 – IN THE SUMMERTIME (MUSIC)
July 2 – EXPLORATION / BOP FORM
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
THE PERFECT SQUELCH
When your tent mate becomes a great bore
with his stories and boasting galore,
you can tell him his girl
gave a new guy a whirl
and he’ll nary annoy you no more.
copyright 2014, William Preston
Ouch… she’s gonna have some ‘splainin’ to do.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LAKE
Calm & tranquil,
soft breezes, cool
and rustling,
fish flicker below
and the flow is smooth
and still. Ripples
radiate as the “vessel” floats.
Boats travel lightly
but this mattress is less buoyant.
He snores and kicks.
I hope he can swim.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014
I can just see this. Cracking up.
Mmmmpppfffff….. great explosion of expletives coming from there.
Aw, that’s mean. Especially if you don’t know the name of girl. 🙂
Firstly, my previous comment was meant for William. As for your, Walt, do you remember the Rock Hudson film, Man’s Favorite Sport? I was so back there with this poem. Roger Willoughby would be proud. Laughing good time.
Hah!
The prompt today asks for a prank
but my mind has gone totally blank.
I’ve gone to the wall,
which was no help at all.
The vaguest ideas I had stank.
I know the feeling exactly.
Good one, Viv. Love it.
Getting Even with Icky
Icky Tevins is a jerk
plays sick, evades work
but I will have the last smirk…
I grab the paper Mom sent,
to write to her she meant,
penned three letters that went
in a note to sister Lou
detailing what to do.
Icky Tevins had no clue.
Thursday all three came
the counselor called his name
Icky turned red as was my aim.
The counselor said, you know the rule,
you get two, I read the third – aloud. Cool,
he said, this one reeks of scent. Cruel,
nice touch, Lou. I just shook my head in glee.
Icky yelled, I’ve been pranked, Oh, gee,
I don’t know no girls named Leigh!
Nicely done, Debi! And with a name like Icky…?
I know. It just begs for a prank 🙂
Oh that’s naughty – but nice.
Thanks Viv
A nice example of poetic justice.
Just too fun, Debi. Talk about revenge. Love the thought process that went into the action and the poem. 🙂
Cool!
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Choices, Choices… (A Sevenling)
Will it be fleshy pink earth worms, (in her slippers),
yellow slimy slugs, (when it’s her turn for dishes)
or a million lightning bugs, (stealing her sleep)?
Perhaps a slithering green garden snake, (in her laundry),
a praying mantis, (perched on her hairbrush)
or a flock of moths, (beneath her bed-sheets)?
Oh, I could be irksome but I think I’ll gift her my favorite sticker instead.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014
Mother Nature had her own little “prank” for me yesterday, I nearly stepped on a common garter snake, (or garden snake),on my daily walk.
Yes, I did squeak and jump!! 😉
(As would I.I am so afraid of snakes) Nice job of restraining yourself but what a lot of wonderful ideas!
It appears your sweet nature asserted itself, but you were thinking….
LOL, Hannah. Hate stepping on anything that slithers or squirms. It’s true what you said in the poem. Sometimes the best revenge is none at all, other than a smile (okay, smirk), a small gift, or the lingering words (wait for it.) Yep, anticipation has little to do with ketchup. 🙂
Good take on the prompt, Hannah. I’m really scared of snakes.
yuck!
Annoying Amy had the jitters
About all the woodland critters
I howled at the moon
She ran away soon
Unaware of my guffaws and titters
: ) Maybe she thought you were turning into a werewolf.
Great limerick, and thanks for “Annoying Amy.”
Good one, Connie. <>
The prompt shouted limerick to me too, Connie.
A PRANK REVISITED
One night out of earshot
(or at least Van Camp
and Meyers thought
they were)
I heard the two counselors
reminisce about past camp pranks
that livened up their summers
and kept them laughing
into cupped hands
well into October
Bent on revenge
(a strong need to punish
Georgie Maher, the boy I shared
a tent with, who practiced
his talent for putdowns on me)
I listened carefully
making vivid mental notes
as they interspersed
their recollection with
bursts of laughter
“Don’t mind Georgie;”
(this from my neighbor friend Jimmy)
“He’s just a bag of wind,
poking fun at anything that moves.”
A bag of wind, I thought,
We’ll see. We’ll see.
Then one afternoon on a trip to town
I bought some X-lax,
heated it to a soft melt and stirred it
in his chocolate milk
Then Jimmy and I took turns
(holding down the toilet fort
so Georgie Porgie couldn’t get in).
Jimmy and I howled like coyotes
while bigmouth weepy Maher
begged and begged us
to let him in and have a seat.
Finally we did.
Wind-deflated, Georgie lost
The knack for shooting off his mouth.
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Oh, my. What a stinkin trick, but so funny.
Thanks for a great story and split sides.
Oh, this is just too much. Sal, you’re a man after my brother’s idea of revenge. He would’ve pulled this one, too, if he’d had incentive. I think you’d get along just fine. A proper summer send-off. 😀
You rotter! But a very effective and funny one.
Love it, Sal!
(Poem w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com)
“… the only thing to do about Love is to Love more…”
For My Honey
Riveting novel
One chapter to go
He snuggled right in
Camp light aglow
What’s THIS?!?!
Pages stuck,
In honey of muck, Now
He’ll just have to wait,
Until we get home.
Maybe you could add some milk to the honey….
😀 !!
arg… pretty drastic Henrietta, but that works : )
… yes… I guess he left the honey jar open one too many times… 😀 ❤ !!
Oh, my, that would be disastrous. That’s one way to keep a person’s attention focus on something other than a page. Really devious, Hen.
Ha, ha, ha… I’m keeping ‘the drama on the page’, Clauds…. I would Never do such a thing in the real world, cause I Know how Important a book’s ending can be 😀 !!
But, Hen, it’s the events that create the plot that make it worthwhile reading. 🙂
ha, ha, ha… I have decided that I am not a novel writer, as my characters would be too boring — but it lets me sleep better at night — 😀 !!
I know what you mean, Hen. I have that same problem and have to fight it every time I write. 🙂
!! 🙂
Justified Prankacide
When Janie Lee Potterhouse,
that scrawny little mouse,
filled my hiking boots with mud,
I told her, “You smug little louse,
I’ll get you — you just wait!”
But instead, I waited.
And waited. My revenge belated
for the perfect time.
For days I grinned, so sublime
to see her tense and taut —
day after day until I thought
Now the time is right!
A storm blew strong that night,
as I unzipped her tent’s door.
Rain poured in across the floor,
a pretty pool of wet.
It was justified.
It was prankacide.
I laughed and held my-cide.
And I almost forgot I hated camping.
Another boffo gem. You might want to start a new blog, “Poetic Acides”
(smile) I’m not sure that Robert would approve.
“a pretty pool of wet”… evil laugh…
hahahaha, Misky. Sometimes all you need is the right attitude of overcome those little inconveniences like camping. Perks come to those with the proper perspective. 😀
There are some who’d tell you that attitude is something I’m not lacking. 🙂
And I’d believe them, you little pixie, you. You have imp written all over your face. 😀
LOL!
Great. Can you keep up cide-ing all month?
Not sure, Viv. My youngest son arrives tomorrow from Colombia for a three week visit. We haven’t seen him for a year, so I have a lot of mumaciding to catch up on.
I agree with Walt.
Okay, here’s a subtle yet annoying revenge.
Camper’s Serenade
Craft class teaches useful things;
Cord-making tops the list.
Then imaginative problem
Solving locks us outside boxes,
Forcing us to create our own
Solutions for irritants and
Schemers alike.
Solutions are funny things,
What with their timing and all.
For one irritant, creative solutions
Can become a broader field of play.
Take thin twigs and thinner cord,
Lash together to make grates;
You’ll need six, with one that opens.
Now add one big cricket to the mix,
Secure and dangle from a rafter.
Wait for bedtime, forget the stopwatch.
Response will be immediate and long,
As the Camper’s Serenade ensues.
Too bad about those other non-sleepers,
So long as one irritant joins another.
I love the elaborate build-up here.
Thanks, William. You know what they say, enough details to create the mood, and then move in with the punchline. I just hope it worked for everyone. Glad you liked it.
Now that is devious and sure to work.
Everyone seems to hate a cricket in the house. Well, everyone I’ve ever known. And heaven forbid that the thing is in the bedroom. 🙂
Cabin Fun
Sheets will get shorted
Whipped cream and feathers
Will be properly applied
For the maximum laughter
Certain hands may just end up
In bowls of warm water
Underwear may disappear
Or maybe all your clothes
Your bunk may be moved
Outside, or to the girls cabin
In the middle of the night
So, sleep with one eye open
And remember it’s all in good fun
Most importantly
What happens in the cabin
Stays in the cabin
© 2014 Earl Parsons
I think this is great; the allusion to the Las Vegas slogan is delicious.
Earl, I’ve got admit that these past few weeks have revealed a side to you hitherto hidden behind curtains of purity and light. It’s so refreshing to know that sometimes hidden depths of a person can hold an imp looking for a place to happen. 😀 Love this one.
Purity and light?!?!?! Interesting.
And thanks.
You’re welcome. Don’t bother trying to play the innocent now. Your cover’s blown. 🙂
So, sleep with one eye open
And remember it’s all in good fun… hahaha, good fun for the perpetrator at least.
Perfect ending, Earl!
Purple breath
Balloons in her ego, spun so many yarns
How do we deflate and it stumble its dance?
We silently squeezed some spiced purple bright
in the mint of her toothpaste, the one for her smiles
Needless to say she was tightlipped all week
spent most of her time in a silent retreat
Till this day I hear that she gags brushing teeth
and purple, just makes her lavender breath seethe
Oops – second line
— deflate it and stumble—
Good one, Priti!
De;icious picture, this.
Ear Troubles (A string of shadormas)
My bunk mate
snores…all through the night,
so I don’t
sleep at all.
His snoring never stops, no
matter what I do.
So last night
I wheeled his cot out
and down to
the lake shore.
I slept great until I got
a bugle call in
my ear and
now I cannot hear.
It seems I
placed my mate
right next to the leaders tent
and he didn’t sleep well.
So we’re back
together
but all has ended
fine. I got
some ear plugs
for when my hearing returns
and now I sleep fine.
This made me laugh, especially at “when my hearing returns.”
I’m running late today. . .I’ll come back and comment later.
SCIENCE CAMP
It’s not my fault only two girls arrived
My parents promised me choice of three camps
Kids with like interests, science and stuff
I thought biology, not chemistry
Not my fault allergies make me break out
Didn’t you guess when your soap made me sneeze
Treats my skin like poison ivy on yours
Warning: throw out those brochures when they come
Next year I’ll pack my tarantula–boo
Wonderful!
😀 !! Thanks all, for the smiles and (Misky!) outbursts of laughter 😀 !!
Yak, Yak, Yak
One week gone, and she still
has not stopped gabbing.
Gab, gab, gab.
She hates everyone and everything
from her little brother
to the counselors, food,
even insects, that put her
in a foul mood, whether
they fly or crawl.
Could not take it another day.
She would never run out
of things to say, so I took action.
After she was asleep, I put it
in her bed. She woke up.
Shriek, shriek, shriek!
It was not a real snake
but it sure did look like one.
More poetic justice. I love the repetitions, especially the shrieks.
Thanks, William!
Tardy to the Party!
Non-participation Award
I don’t haze—don’t ask me.
Her strange ways won’t task me.
Her sashays can’t make me wild.
But if she eats my Hershey bars, I’m getting riled.
I see tricks from others.
When pranks prick, they call mothers.
I get sick of tears and glee.
I guess the next package of pranks will be for me.
This is better late than never, I love that phrase, “when pranks prick.”