There's, yet another, blog I found that I really enjoy. Mama Kat offers a Writer's Workshop every Thursday. She provides 5 prompts and you can choose one, or more, and write about it.
This week, I've decided to give it a try. I love to write, but I don't find myself to be all that creative. I especially hate writing poetry. And yet, this is the prompt I chose;
Write a poem about the last thing that made you mad.
I have a driver
I don't ask for a lot
Just to drive us places,
Especially when it's hot.
I don't like waiting
When you are there
Tell us you're around,
So we don't look everywhere.
Don't just leave
Without telling anyone.
Don't got for food
Without telling someone.
I have places to go,
And things to do,
And am unable to do so,
I depend on you.
So if you want breakfast,
Lunch or a snack,
Just check with someone
Then come right back.
You may think I'm spoilt
I do sound like a brat,
But I'm neither, really,
I'm just an Expat!
Here I go....
I have a driver
I don't ask for a lot
Just to drive us places,
Especially when it's hot.
I don't like waiting
When you are there
Tell us you're around,
So we don't look everywhere.
Don't just leave
Without telling anyone.
Don't got for food
Without telling someone.
I have places to go,
And things to do,
And am unable to do so,
I depend on you.
So if you want breakfast,
Lunch or a snack,
Just check with someone
Then come right back.
You may think I'm spoilt
I do sound like a brat,
But I'm neither, really,
I'm just an Expat!
8 comments:
I SO need a driver. Then I could like sleep on the way to work. Sorry yours keeps scampering off on you. It would suck to have one that wasn't there when you came out. So. Annoying!
I thought this was great! Who wouldn't love a driver? I would think they'd always pump your gas. That would be agreat!
Michelle
http://pietrosmomma.blogspot.com/
@Michelle - I have to admit, when we go home, I'm never sure if I'll be able to pump my own gas. The gas stations here are full service.
A chauffeur would be nice these days, especially since my husband and I only have one car. Sorry he's never where he's supposed to be at the right time. Great poem!
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I love your expat stories. Great poem!
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Why is it that every time you need to go somewhere, the driver is not to be seen.
Love the imagery and simplicity of the rhymes.
Thanks for sharing,
grr... so frustrating when people are not dependable
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Wish I had a driver. I hate driving.
They need to learn some manners though.
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