Sunny Side Up - A Saturday Centus

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Hello and a hearty welcome to my fellow bloggers, poets and fans of the written word!  This is my contribution, albeit a little late, to week 65 of Jenny Matlock's wildly fun and entertaining writing meme called Saturday Centus.  

From her blog, off on my tangent, Jenny posts a prompt every Saturday that we Centusians use to write very short 100-word stories or poems.  Then we link them back to Jenny's blog post so that we can all share with each other the diverse directions we went with the prompt!  It's a lot of fun and something I look forward to each week.  If you haven't tried it yet, what's stopping you!

This week our illustrious teacher has decided to challenge us once again by offering up this photo in lieu of a written prompt from which to base our stories.  As much of the country is sweltering in triple digit temperatures lately, (well except for us in California where the weather is nearly always perfect) the image of an egg frying on a sidewalk is symbolic of the abject misery so many are being forced to endure.

Poetry has never been my bailiwick, though I do enjoy reading it and the brilliant imagery it holds.  There are some exceptionally talented poets that contribute to this meme whom you will no doubt quite enjoy reading if you are so inclined. Stepping out of my comfort zone again this week I have written a silly rhyming verse that I hope you will enjoy.  It is a continuation of sorts of a well-known English nursery rhyme.  I have entitled this week's effort:

Sunny Side Up

Trumpets blared a sad refrain

Heard throughout the land

To quickly spread the awful news

Of the tragedy at hand.

Though they tried to save him

Their efforts proved in vain.

His injuries were too severe

For him to live again.

“Humpty Dumpty will be missed,”

Declared the parish priest.

“But no memory will be more tightly held,

Than this fabulous funereal feast.”

The sun’s blistering heat

Had turned the sidewalk to a grill.

Watching their friend fry like that

Gave some an eerie chill.

“A toast to our fallen friend,

As an egg he couldn’t be beat.

So beloved was he during his life,

And now as a breakfast treat.”

He who throws dirt loses ground.

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