2025 NaPM 11 April

[dukealien]

He struck too much gold to carry it;
maybe he thought he should bury it.
Got an idea instead!
Hooked his dog to his sled;
hauled it out on a crude homemade chariot.


FORM: limerick

Delightful!  And anyway, "sledge" wouldn't have fit very well 

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My chariot,
my refuge,
a place of discordant melodies,
where conversations with self
grow intimate and mighty.
A therapy office,
where laughter bounces
chaotically off padded walls,
a lonely highway companion,
an introvert's asylum.
No wonder I wept
when I left it alone and injured.

I feel this:  my house is full of inanimates I can't dispose of for some obscure attachment.  If I had to walk away from a car, I'd weep, too.  Maybe silently.