
He thought of himself as some kind of maven,
Living high on the hog in his opulent haven.
He was always the object of much acclamation
And we were all looking forward with much anticipation
For him to arrive at the destination
Once he had complete his final task,
When, in all the glory he could bask.
But when it came to this particular topic
Our aficionado was extremely myopic
When at the ceremony he said
He was running away with the maid
Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (maven), E.M.’sRandom Word Prompt (acclamation), My Vivid Blog (anticipation), Word of the Day Challenge (task), Ragtag Daily Prompt (myopic), and The Daily Spur (maid).
Love your take on the prompt – well done and clever too! 😊
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Thanks, Ami.
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My pleasure! 😊
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You are most kindly welcome. 😊
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Haha! Good poem Fandango
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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Good one. I didn’t see that coming. Hahahaha
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Love it 🙂
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Aw, Deb, thanks.
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Ouch at the ending. Great usage of the words. 🙂
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Thanks, Terveen.
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