Poem: A Few of My Favorite Things


Prompt: Of all the awful possibilities, what’s the worst possible thing that could happen to you today? Now, what about the best?

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Don’t ask me what’s the worst of all the possibilities that could be today. It isn’t a good idea to tempt fate like that.

Don’t ask me all the horrible terrifying things that could happen to myself or my loved ones. Don’t wonder about things you never want to be. Don’t ask for the worst.

It maybe superstitious but you see, worrying about terrible happenings doesn’t help you get through the day. It doesn’t help anyone you love either.

Wondering about the terrible things that could happen, well it’s bad juju. It’s bad Karma. It’s whatever you’d like to call it. But it isn’t safe, and it isn’t worth the time or effort 

The tears it inspires. The rage that could implode. The nightmares caused by this kind of thinking. No don’t think of the bad things in this world and imagine even worse.

What if the worse happened? Well you’d only blame yourself for thinking the thoughts you did that occurred. Is a thought worth a lifetime of misery? No, it isn’t.

Think of the good times you had in the past. The parties and meetings with friends and relatives.

Think of Christmas think of snow. Think of watching movies curled up on the coach. Think of your favourite things, as Julie Andrews once sang.

Thing of beautiful clothing made of silk and cashmere in a rainbow of colors. Think of jeans that fit perfectly. Think of a flat stomach. 

Think of the endorphins you feel rushing through you after you’ve done 50 minutes on the treadmill or elliptical. Think of walking your dog as he bounds and leaps for joy in the snow.

Think of meeting the one you love the most. Think of weddings, the birth of a child, think of Birthdays and summer vacations at the fair. Eating cotton candy and going on frightening rides and through haunted houses.

Think of little girls dressed up as Princesses at Disneyland. Think of camping,hiking, and drinking beer. Think of drinking wine with friends by the fireplace.

Think of finishing all your work for once. Think of travelling and fantastic art work. The Cistine Chapel, Monet’s Water Lillies, Andy Warhole’s Soup Cans and print of Marilyn Monroe. 

Think of Yoga poses that calm you and stretch out all your tired muscles. Think of how it smells after it rains and how clear the scent of air feels.

Think of summer nights walking in the night, with your guy or gal. Think of dancing until dawn. Think of conversations about trival and universal topics at 3:00 a.m.

Think of the place you grew up. The place you call home now. Think of your first pet. The cat that was morbidly obese on farm mice. Think of all your joys and all your trials and how good you felt after facing the latter.

Don’t think of all the terrible things that could be in this world. Think of better things. Be an optimist. Better yet drink the water, and live life to the fullest. 

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A Special Dinner Fairy Tale Style


Prompt: Tell us about something that happened to you in real life last week — but write it in the style of a fairy tale.

Once upon a time there was a Princess. She had cornflower blue eyes, long blond hair, and was most gracious to all that came upon her. That night she was going for supper with a Prince from Morocco. The prince had curly black hair, long eyelashes, and had slayed many a dragon with his fine sword.

The Prince arrived on time and took the beautiful Princess wearing a lovely pink dress sewn by mice, into his carriage. They arrived at the restaurant Earls and The Prince and Princess were lead to the most sumptuous table in the restaurant.

The Princess ordered the most yummiest Sweet Potatoe fries and the Prince Fetticinie Alfredo with Prawns. He wanted to share his meal withe the Princess but he forgot she didn’t eat sea food. The Prince and Princess talked all dinner long, the Prince coaxing many a smile out of the shy Princess.

Finally, the Princesses dessert arrived: chocolate and Vanilla Gelato with candied pecans and salty carmel sauce. The Princess graciously shared with the Prince and when he became full, she ate the rest of the dessert herself making unprincessly little “mmmm” noises that made the Prince jealous. He kept checking to see if the Princess was finally done with her favourite desert.

Then the Prince whisked the Princess away for a couple of pints and raced her home in his carriage before the clock struck midnight. The clock did strike midnight and the Prince looked up after kissing the Princess to find a tiny glass boot with a zipper on the heel. The Princess or girl as we should call her, was long gone and tucked away in her cozy bed. On the floor lay the other glass boot.

The End