When I accepted this challenge, I made a promise to myself that I would write an original poem every day, rather than retool or recycle something I’d already written (somehow, doing that would defeat the purpose of the exercise). I knew there would be days I wouldn’t be inspired, and this was one of them (even though love is most common theme in poetry). I didn’t have a clue, and the following is what happens when that happens. However, I will say, it is creative.
A Fairy-Tale Bromance
Once upon a time in a parallel universe,
somewhere in the land of Chico, Cali,
Frick and Frack set out to seek their fortune
in a land called Silicone Valley.
Imbued with the entrepreneurial spirit,
they skated their way down the coast,
dreaming of the girls they’d meet–
buxom Nordics just under six feet.
It was then they came across Spick and Spann,
hair as blond as their eyes were blue,
who cleaned their clocks,
leaving them hanging by the ballocks.
Penniless, but now scrubbed clean,
they found their niche that made them rich—
peddling implants to transitional dudes,
only to have to recall for making them too small.
It was then that Frick and Frack knew they were the true boobs,
and they fell into a clinical depression,
until they met Tit and Tat (a cupple of A’s from the San Fran Bay),
and renounced their profession.
“Beauty is big or small,” they preached,
“dysmorphia we will no longer perpetuate”,
and they lived happily ever after,
nestled in a valley of the Golden State.