Brenda Cox threw in with the ever-mystical mistress of purple, Rochelle our belle, who took time from the pool to deliver this refreshingly cool love shack photo to inspire one hundred words of well mused Friday Fictionary to charm and warm all readers.
Genre: Twisty Memoir
Word Count: 100
I walked up to the bar and told my lady, “I’ll have a piña colada, please.”
She smiled and said,
“If you like piña coladas
And gettin’ caught in the rain
If you’re not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you like makin’ love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for
Let’s plan our escape.”
I replied, “I never knew. Meet me tomorrow noon, At a bar called O’Malley’s.”
Me and my old lady been on the run since then, never fallen into the same old dull routine.
Look both ways and love the love
of musical tunes and magical lyrics, especially 70s tunes.
Mind the gaps and put a wedge of pineapple with the rum, coconut, coco lopez,
and suck it through a fat straw.
If you’re not familiar with the piña colada song (Escape), here it is with lyrics. Hopefully, this works for everyone. Cheers, y’all.
Today, in honor of the “potential luckiness of the number 13”, I was to write a poem that joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.” If I couldn’t find the enthusiasm to write myself a riotous pep-talk, I was to muse on good things coming down the track. This world offers us the persistent possibility of surprise. Right. Reminds me of people who say “happy memorial day.”
I grudgingly wrote to this prompt today with a contrarian pall over my heart. When I feel something is wrong, but no one will tell me what, fear of the unknown weighs heavy.
Nope. It Ain’t.
I don’t mean nothin’, Man.
We jus’ gotta get out of this place.
Look up at the stars, forget the mud
and reality. Live the dream, Baby.
It ain’t easy being green, or stupid,
or a timid runt. But love conquers all,
What lives it don’t flat out ruin.
Up against the wall. The man gotcha.
It’s a meaningless number, three
little birds just told me, freedom,
It’s just another word. We can check out
anytime we like, but we can never leave.
Every little thing gunna be all right,
if it’s the last thing we ever do.
Look both ways at the pluses and minuses.
Mind the gaps for ways to escape.