by Charles Troob
Awkward and sad, A snarls at
cheerless E. E seethes, then belches, feels better, decks
I, big in shipping, rich, swinish. I grips birch twigs, whips
posh droll bottom boy O. Loss of control spooks O, who sobs, “won’t go on,”
jumps up, slugs butch hunk U. Unhurt but dumbstruck, U turns, grunts, struts,
grabs and stabs A, and a war starts.
Charles Troob wrote these for Sarah White’s poetry group. Occasionally he gets lucky and something good comes out. Enjoy!