Some streets sport water features
and some continue bare,
except for straggly grass, or weeds
that flourish unaware.
But here a paradox we see
for what looks like a fountain
is nothing but a metal plinth
for an Old Man of The Mountain
sporting naked chest and cap!
I dare you, gentlefolks, top that!
A bit of nonsense for Tess at The Mag,who provided us with the illustration today, and for which I've written a ditty as a late offering for IGWRT's Flash 55, as well.
Two for the price of one has to be good?
What is it about the left leg today? Not many have wrote yet but I've seen it twice now. ~giggle~
ReplyDeleteI remember that game and enjoyed your write! Hugs!
Where is this universe so I can visit? :D
ReplyDeleteI love the attitude that this poem evokes :D
ReplyDeleteWell penned..!
xoxo
Lovely interpretation of the picture... and in 55! Thanks for joining in, Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteWhat fun!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit and kind comment.
In the heat of the day, I might sit in a fountain as well.
ReplyDeleteI fear I would not get the same response though.
It looks like a pretty comfortable spot! Cute poem, Jinksy. k.
ReplyDeleteTo top the bare chest we have to go below the waist.. (and I will refrain from that)
ReplyDeleteLovely bit of fun, Penny. Maybe he's smiling because the water jet from he fountain is squirting onto . . . oh, never mind!
ReplyDeleteAs usual, your rhyme and meter both work well. Fine work.
ReplyDeleteThis is delightful!! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved it. So much fun. Good rhythm. :-)
ReplyDeleteNice rhyme, and humor.
ReplyDeleteexcellent words with humor!
ReplyDeleteHe could have been a right darling and took off those pantaloons as well!
ReplyDeletehah! ~
ReplyDeleteBeautifully put
ReplyDeleteThese leprechauns can pop up anywhere
ReplyDeleteHa! Ha! A most happy read, and it's grand smile under that cute cap and of course the bare naked chest that puts the happy dance to our feet!
ReplyDeleteOh no, can't top that! (Grin.)
ReplyDeleteA paradox, indeed. Nice!
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