AnElephantCant make a rhyme this week
He finds he has run out of words
So you can poo poo him
You can even sue him
But he wrote his story in verse
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on a picture prompt (below).
That’s it.
Copyright Beth Carter
Don’t live your life she sternly said
Until we can be together
You tell me you are on the road
Don’t lie I know you better
Her face is red her skin is blotched
Her temperature is rising
Frustration oozes from her pores
He finds it unsurprising
Women clamber on his wagon
Thinking it’s the place to be
They hope that he brings love and joy
To free them from misery
He tries to do his best always
He helps whenever he can
But he can never be the answer
After all he is just a man
anelephantcant 
A little of “don’t hate the player, hate the game” here. You captured his resignation in the face of womanly opprobrium quite well!
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Just one Elephant’s view of life ……
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Love the end.. Nice to find a fellow rhymer 🙂
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Thanks Bjorn, my rhymes are usually more whimsical.
And good to get a male point of view, the ladies are less charitable!
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🙂
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I really liked the first stanza, the rhythm of that was great.
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AnElephant is happy that he succeeded in one out of four!
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i’m wondering if there should be any quotation marks in the first stanza, mainly because of “she sternly said.” this makes it seem like dialogue, her words. not sure though.
well done.
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The absence of all punctuation is deliberate, Rich.
Thank you again for your visit and your comment, always appreciated.
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Nicely done. And in a poem format also. I greatly enjoyed your take on the photo and the playful nature of a the man/woman relationship! 🙂
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AnElephant is always aware that you will understand.
Thank you,
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I’m with Roxie on this one! 🙂
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Ah, yes, Roxi is wise as well as inspirational!
AnElephant can guess you would take a broad view, mbt!
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Good job. Loved the poem. Wish I could do that. Maybe I”ll surprise myself someday.
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Thank you, Shirley, you are too kind.
So go on, surprise yourself, you might find it is fun!
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“He tries to do his best always
He helps whenever he can
But he can never be the answer
After all he is just a man”
That’s a hard one… and can apply to both men and women. 🙂
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Great to see you, Roxi.
But I think most of the fairer sex (below) have made up their minds and are putting the boot into the poor chap!
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I guess I’m the odd ball here because I think it takes equal responsibility, for both man and woman or any kind of relationship. (shrug) There needs to be balance and equilibrium on both sides, otherwise it will not work. 😉
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Yes, I suppose it is rough being “just a man”. Wink
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AnElephantCant say!
Wink
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The old excuse–it’s not his fault!
janet
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Gosh, you ladies are quick to take sides!
Thanks for the visit, Janet.
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Well done. I feel really sorry for the women who think he’s the answer..! 😉
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Thank you.
But perhaps they are undeserving of your sympathy……
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Ooh, sexist! But your poem is skilful
I understand her frustration
My husband’s excuses would seem to match
your character’s explanation
of her husband’s absences and dalliances
God’s answer on earth to women
My husband is frequently on the move
But in his case, he’s winging
No wagon for women to climb upon
at a mile high, he clinging to vertigo
🙂
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AnElephantCant get involved in a matrimonial dispute!
Thank you for your comment.
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At least he knows his limitations.
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Interesting comment, thank you.
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