Once upon a time, there was a paragraph of prose. Marginalized from the rest, he sat five spaces in. Limitations frustrated him; he begged for a taste of something more. Tired of punctuation forced, rhymes forbidden, too many rules. He asked his family how to break free from this confinement, and they only laughed. His sister was a sonnet. His mother, with her groaners, a limerick. Here he was, sitting in one boring block on a page. He pleaded with the universe, “Just once, to break the monotony, let me release my throne. Can I, too, be a poem?”
Paul Freeman
16/6/2023 10:55:52 am
An instructive allegory.
Rashna Tessa Walton
16/6/2023 02:49:57 pm
I hope he gets his wish.
Sandra James
18/6/2023 04:04:39 am
Very clever, Kim. Loved it 🙂
Josie V
19/6/2023 01:43:29 am
What silly, cute, extremely well written, and a little sad. You can feel the paragraph's pain. Comments are closed.
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