March Puddles
A Fun Nonet on Whims
This is for Mikeydred's March prompt
Fate is not so kind---she sometimes splashes you. Michelle Liew
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Shoes were dry---then fate intervened.
A small step, and She betrayed.
Droplets smirked, the puddles schemed,
Sneaky wet pools on Earth,
Waiting to unleash.
My socks are doomed.
Cold and soaked
Fate wins,
Splat.
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This poem is entirely original.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (7)
Hahahaha that splat at the end. Loved your poem!
I bit you she had fun when she give in to
Oh, I used to always play in the puddles. <3
Fabulous 👏
A dramatic vision of wet weather wetting the feet!! Great job💚💚
Thi sis great fun and perfect for the challenge
🌞 Oh my gosh, the relatable agony of stepping in a puddle and instantly regretting all your life choices! Υour poor socks! 🌞