The month of August has arrived, and I’m moving along on my quest to post a blog daily. I challenged myself to this intense post schedule. I have used the year 2021 to explore the various forms of poetry. This month I decided to write Proverbial forms of poetry. I will pick a proverb, a short common saying, and use it to create a poem in whatever direction the Muse chooses to lead me. However, you must remember we are talking about Word Daddy here. My Muse isn’t dependability or inspirational. He often leaves me high and dry when I need his help the most. Apparently, Proverbials have no particular rules. I will try not to sound cliché. My next attempt to write a Proverbial Poem, I will call The Junkman.
“A bad workman blames his tools” is a French proverb.
“The problem is I ain’t got
No damn tools,”
The junk man rants, standing in his mess.
“The city has a lot of nerve
Interfering with a man trying to run a business.”
Claiming the victim saying he doesn’t deserve
The order to clean up his garbage
In the middle of a pandemic.
With the standing water,
That breeds mosquitoes
And a growing groundhog population.
As the weeds and clutter grow
We all get what we deserve.
The junk man gripes and complains
If we don’t like it, we can move from the corner.
He’s a workman with old-fashioned tools,
Who doesn’t have to live with the rubbish?
He has thrown us all another curve
By fostering pestilence in an epidemic.
He believes the people down at city hall are all fools.
He’ll placate the officials with a little grease in their palms,
Standing around down at the Mason’s lodge or the Elks.
While he holds the rest of the neighborhood hostage
Because a bad workman always blames his tool
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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