The Fat Fellow MisadventureA Poem by KWP# 2 Poem for NaPoWriMo. April is Poetry Month, join me in writing a poem a day and send me your works so I can read them.I couldn’t tell you where he was going, but certain was his rush to get there. I will never forget him it was his bulging size which captivated. His bulk seemed paradoxical considering the speed of his mighty travels. I wondered, would soon reveal his not so distant misadventures with me? I guess I would describe him as a fact fellow, fluffy and spiky and the same time, furry and dedicated to his task at hand. Five centre meters long give or take a millimetre either side. I’ve decided to track him, I’ve nothing better to do just now. His dedication makes me think he is on some kind of pilgrimage. Collecting leaves, he devours them. of table manners, or for that matter, the downside of overeating. I tell you he is positively plumper than the plumpest plump. I’m certain I just heard him burp! still following him, he has, I am happy to say, stopped eating! he seems to have a new goal in mind. He stops at a leaf, I was sure he was about to start eating again - no. He’s climbing in the leaf, wrapping himself in it. I tell you what he is quite adept at spinning silky fine thread around himself. Not happy with this end that is not the end I rush back inside to retrieve my x-ray vision goggles. Wearing them I sit along side the fat fellow. Watch like a trip to the theatre the goings on inside. I swear to you I did not partake in LSD. his fanciful fat is dissolving … yes, dissolving into what I could only describe as fat fellow soup. Not all has dissolved though, still I see chunky disc like bits - it’s a ‘chunky disc fat fellow soup’! the discs are changing into body parts. By golly, my gosh. Carried out his own metamorphous. of misadventure. for yes, I must wait for the final act. of the greatest standard. I notice, he is wriggling inside. chastising myself when I blink, the fat fellow emerges, although I feel I can no longer call him a fat fellow. his newly formed body is tight and svelt, his legs are elongated, he shimmers, glimmers … ahhhh …. Taking me in as I take him, I swear he looks at me with a smirk, probably saying, ‘I’d like to see you do that you fat fellow.’ leaving me to tramp inside to have a cup of tea and a doughnut. © 2017 KWPReviews
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Added on April 2, 2017Last Updated on April 2, 2017 AuthorKWPSydney, NSW, AustraliaAbout'The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are sec.. more..Writing
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