A Pathetic Poetry Kingdom Ruled by Incompetent Monarchs

One time we spent a week communicating strictly through limericks
I won eventually, and was crowned the limerick queen.
Then one day, this message graced my phone:
"Have you any interest in resuming limericks"
And thus began the saga.

NO I do not want

To do limericks and hey

You’re the one who quit

Oh haha I totally thought this was going to be a limerick

What about quartets?

(is that what they're called?)

Well it seems to me

That we thought similarly

(Flew over your head?)

Oh good lord oh no 

You’ve beaten me yet again

One more try give me?

What motivation 

Caused you to send this message?

Please enlighten me

Well it’s real simple

I had fun last doing it last 

But maybe change it

SHIT oh no I erred 

I messed up second like bad 

Can I still do this?

First I didn’t see

Read it like you tried to do

Then I realized

Have another try

I’m not married to this game

But I cannot quit

Thank you so madam 

For relenting just this once

let me not fail more

It is up to you

How you do (but you will say

“You’re the haiku queen”)

Eventually. 

Not tryna be so cocky

Based on precedent.

I reject this so 

Genuflect to me you will 

Yes I, Haiku King

But consider now 

That much time has passed since then 

And my skills have grown

Vocabulary <3

Man oh man do I love words

“Genuflect” is great

In fact it appears

In Aladdin’s “Prince Ali”

The genie sings it

Thank you, you’re quite kind 

And it means much this to hear 

From one with much skill

Are you now for real? 

I’ve never seen the live one 

Only Rob Williams’

That’s the one, my dude

It is in the stage show too

But first in the film

Eventually the haiku competition devolved
We wrote haiku after haiku arguing about syllable count

First line's creative

unfortunately for you 

That last one has six :)

SHOOT OH NO ONE SEC

Actually not panicking

Realized I don’t care

Looks like I’m alone

In caring about this game

Apathy’s not fun

Something interesting

Certain words we chop aloud

In-tresting is one

Also actu-ly

Three syllables ‘stead of four.

Sounds not how it’s spelled

That’s English for you 

Often spelled words do not match 

Their vocalized twins

Let’s accept the words 

By both of their forms, paper 

Or as they do sound

I am torn between

I don’t want to do haikus

BUT: competitive

This is my own fault

Could have ended from the start

But I volunteered

Indeed so you did 

And now commit you still must 

Or crown me the king

And so in that day we became
Monarchs of a poetry reign
A limerick queen
and a haiku king
(who drive true poetry lovers insane)

I can conjure the images

We'll spend summer nights dancing
barefoot under the sky,
packing dreams into jars
like they're fireflies

We'll plant flowers in the yard
for the moon to see,
and free the fireflies among them,
a garden lit by dreams

We'll fuel lanterns with our laughter
and set them floating on a lake.
We'll see our future glowing softly,
reflected in the flames

I can conjure the images
in the space behind my eyes
in the words upon the page
in the dreams I see alone
And they glow, oh how they glow

But darkness shrouds the blurry world
my open eyes take in.
My empty fingers unentwined
as soon as I put down the pen