Don’t Forget To…
Flush this memory from your mind,
this bomb shelter moment
when anyone at your door could be
a threat, the very air you breathe
the one thing you may not want
to breathe but must, when toilet paper
is the measure of your wealth.
This is my response to Quadrille #102: Don’t Forget To… —
the prompt from Mish at dVerse, which is to use the word flush
in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
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Well done. Strange times, indeed.
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Thank you. These days, it’s one strange thing after another.
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Your last line is killer, it wiped me out. A very tidy quadrille, perfect for our times.
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Definitely a sign of the times. Thank you, Glenn.
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A good one Ken! Panic and fear create a lot of specters at the door!
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Thanks, Dwight. It will be interesting to see how the door to door follow-up goes for the census.
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Ha Ha! Don’t you want to volunteer!
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Ha!
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Yes, or a measure of your luck.
It is the most deadly threat when so invisible and unpredictable.
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Agreed. This is a time when caution is best. Thanks, Mish.
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So true, Ken.
The bomb shelter reference makes me think of some old Twilight Zone episodes.
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Thanks, Merril. Yes, Twilight Zone!
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😀
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A gem of a poem and a great last line- loved how tight, succinct and to the point it was. Thanks
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And thank you!
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A potent last line Ken
Happy Monday
Much💛love
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It’s hard to believe the store shelves are nearly empty of that precious commodity. Thankyou, Gillena.
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I like your description of toilet paper as the measure of wealth.
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Thanks, Frank. You need a pretty fat wallet for the new currency!
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Strange days have found us…(k)
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That they have. 🙂
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Words to recall! They capture the present. I feel as if I’m living out some science fiction scenario.
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Ha! Thank you. 🙂
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Such true words.
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So, you’d like this dozen eggs? That’ll be two sheets please.
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Single ply, or double?
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Double, it goes twice as far 🙂
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Love it!
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😀
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A verse for our times – I wonder what we’ll be like when this is over – when we come out from our bombshelters.
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Hopefully the TP lasts that long. 😉
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My grandmother always told me about cutting up newspaper for the outside toilet and the bomb shelter during the war. They never knew the luxury of toilet paper and we are going through the same thing now, ‘when toilet paper is the measure of your wealth’.
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Newspaper, yikes!
Although, some of the news these days…
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I think we are now at haircolor hoarding … toilet paper is the modern tulipomania
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lol 🙂
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What an ending! Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Weird times!
Pat
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Thanks 🙂 You just can’t make these things up!
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It does feel like we are living a bomb shelter-type world!
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And the pandemic is just the latest. We’re getting it from all sides!
Thank you. 🙂
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Indeed!
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