Okay, so I didn’t follow the post this week, but I wanted to post something since I missed last week, so I’m contributing a villanelle (with one deviation from the form) that I wrote this week. It’s light and simple, in complete opposition to the heavy nasty bug I’ve been carrying around in my body this week. Maybe I jinxed myself with the Cosby Kid Wisdom poem a couple weeks ago. Could it be???
Happy Poetry Thursday on Friday!!!!
Cookie Crooks
I swear these damn Girl Scout cookies are gonna do me in
They send the cutest ones and their thin mint socks, trap you quick
Last year, I promised to put the boxes away, but I’m at it again
How much for the peanut butter? You got change for a ten?
The little crook pulls out a wad of cash, slides a fifty with a lick
Sorry mister, try the cookie pusher over there on the Schwinn
I feel like an old, perverted cookie feign, how did this begin?
I used to have such self control, now I’m just Girl Scout sick
Last year, I promised to put the boxes away, but I’m at it again
I know when I get home, my wife will ask me where I’ve been
She’ll let me hang myself with Samosa lies, all men’s’ wives are psychic
I swear these damn Girl Scout cookies are gonna do me in
Little girl gives me the five boxes, my sad dollar change and then
I’m approached by one of the mothers; her look turns my belly toxic
Last year, I promised to put the boxes away, but I’m at it again
Your wife’s already been here, Johnny. Come on, trade ‘em in
How’d she get here so fast? I hate the mother and her shortbread grin
I swear these damn Girl Scout cookies are gonna do me in
Last year, I promised to put the boxes away, but I’m at it again
11 Comments
March 9, 2007 at 12:41 pm
I love this and it is so true. Down here, they set up tables at the grocery stores. Thin Mints are the best frozen.
Great title and such a sad narrator.
March 9, 2007 at 12:43 pm
I love this.
Cookie Crooks, what a wonderful poem. It’s all to a good cause though.
Hope you feel better, we missed you last week.
Rose
xo
March 9, 2007 at 1:22 pm
Brian, they got me at work. She was the best little sales person I’ve ever encountered. And her vocabulary!!! hehe
Dewy, thanks! I missed you all too. It’s weird, I definitely feel it when I miss a week. No poetry or fellow poets, just germs and snot. Makes for a downer of a week, I tell ya.
March 9, 2007 at 4:47 pm
I’ve got it figured out. I just make the donation, and don’t take the cookies. My neighbor’s grand daughter is must too cute. Nice!
March 10, 2007 at 2:11 am
It’s great finding good poetic humor when I’m having a hard time sleeping. Laughter makes up for a lot. Now I’m hungry . . . where did I hide those boxes?
I wanted to start participating this week at PT, but I’ll have to wait for the next prompt.
March 11, 2007 at 9:03 am
Great fun. Our Girl Guides are much less enterprising over here….
March 12, 2007 at 10:05 am
This is a gem. I love the lines “old, perverted cookie feign” and “shortbread grin.” Great poem. I can’t wait to get my order in this week. I think I only ordered 5… but then there are always the girls with their tables in front of Whole Foods…
Great poem!
March 13, 2007 at 1:56 pm
Norma, that’s brilliant!! If only I had such self-control.
Kimberly, Welcome!! I’m relatively new here also, but it’s a great group of poets, talent and kindness alike.
Girl guides, Crafty? I’ve never heard them called that. I wasn’t a girl scout myself, so maybe I don’t know the lingo.
Be careful, Mary!! hehe They’re not all as tame as Crafty’s girls.
April 26, 2007 at 10:52 am
They start teaching ‘em young, don’t they?
Great poem- and now you have made me hungry…
April 27, 2007 at 3:03 am
I’m in the UK, we have Girl Guides rather than Girl Scouts. But nowadays the girls can join the Boy Scouts, which have been renamed the Scouts, so I guess they would be Girl Scouts….
April 27, 2007 at 9:47 pm
Flippin’ brilliant. Such fun turns the villanelle on it’s head. My favorite line (one of many) was “The little crook pulls out a wad of cash, slides a fifty with a lick”…