On The Road – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers.

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

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

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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28 Responses to On The Road – Friday Fictioneers

  1. glossarch says:

    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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  2. Love the end.. Nice to find a fellow rhymer 🙂

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  3. billgncs says:

    I really liked the first stanza, the rhythm of that was great.

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  4. rich says:

    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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  5. pennycoho says:

    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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  6. I’m with Roxie on this one! 🙂

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  7. Good job. Loved the poem. Wish I could do that. Maybe I”ll surprise myself someday.

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  8. “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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  9. Yes, I suppose it is rough being “just a man”. Wink

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  10. The old excuse–it’s not his fault!

    janet

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  11. Well done. I feel really sorry for the women who think he’s the answer..! 😉

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  12. annisik51 says:

    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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  13. At least he knows his limitations.

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