Humor Poetry posted September 5, 2017

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Torn Trousers

by B.B. Rose

Having a desperate need to repair
a pair of pants that had a tear,
I searched everywhere
in a downtown London shop.
Finally, though, I had to stop;
I conceded I’d been defeated
locating what was so desperately needed.

I looked around, found a clerk, and said,
“Please, tell me where I can find some thread.”
A puzzled look came over his face
as if I’d arrived from outer space.
“Mate,” he says. “I don’t know what to do.
I haven’t a clue to what you’re saying.”
So, I turned around and was displaying,
the reason for my dismay, and
then he laughed, and said the word I’ve not forgotten.
“Mate, in London, the word for thread is cotton.”


You Just Can't Trust Words writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a rhyming poem to prove, logically, that American/English words don't make sense.

100 to 150 words.
No sound, animation, or other special effects of any kind permitted. No signature visual, or other tip-off that identifies you.
Only one illustration (optional).
Select one font and one color, only from FS basic and advanced editors.
No author's notes.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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