“Oh sooth for when the cerulean sky turns pale and the crown lies heavily on the head of some mediocrity….“ the wild, old wizard’d warned them.
“Oh Dad, please shuddup, and go put Suzie’s birthday tiara from yesterday back into the recycling in the laundry room, and stop making so much noise!” they said.
“But ‘tis a fate…. ‘tis a fate far worse than death and it’s filled up with pencils and long division and erasers and extensible rulers….”
“Dad. . . . “
“Oh woe...!”
“Oh, Dad, cut it out now, please....”
“… but but … but the salesman was like a dream with his head full of the clouds that’d been more sinned against than sinning who’d wandered pointlessly, aimlessly, saunteringly, through all, or at least some, of your yesterday dream-skies” he replied.
They all turned to look at him. Blinking. Blindingly…. “Dad just go away now. We’re all just sitting here trying to figure out what really happened during the final episode of ‘Severance.’”
Their Dad blinked back at them. “Oh, Suzie, where even am I?” he asked.
Okay, I’ll just put up this multi-prompt one anyway — even tho it’s far #toolong — & even tho I won’t get to read everybody else’s responses yet, not until tomorrow morning….
#vss365 #cerulean
#vsspoem #saunter
#vssThreads (on 🧵)
#crown