I must have been mind reading for the first prompt as I wrote this yesterday and then wrote the poem on the early bird prompt. (See previous entry)
Women of the World in Laughter
(Hougang, Singapore, March 2018)
Should you request they cease their mirth,
it would set them to laughing the louder;
slap their hands to their knees as their heads
fall forward in raucous amusement. They
have no pity at all for this man’s agony.
Oyster on the half shell, a sign from the gods
as to its useful ingestion for man. Given
science then uplifted the properties to support
such theory from zinc to Omega 3 Fatty Acids
and Vitamin D: all was well. The Bible makes
no mention of oysters at the spilling of seed
a member placed where it never should be, surely
no one can then escape the sanctions of the gods.
They wait with a weapon as sure and sharp as a
jagged shell for revenge; for blood spill and pain.
Add to that the laughter of women throughout
the world. And for the count: sixty-seven stitches.
But then this story could be a hoax, except that,
it is true the women would laugh.
Benita Helen Kape © 31.3.2018
