SSS Week Sixteen: The Poem of Molly Sue

Happy Short Story Sunday, all!

Today's writing is going to be a bit different than the usual works I post on this tag.

Nay, I did not write a simple prose, but a simple poem.

If you've read my previous post about my 2017 goals, you may recall that one of the items mentioned was to write more poetry. I rather enjoy writing prose-- I find it much more enjoyable than writing poetry-- but I feel like that fact is only such because the last poem I wrote was back in September. Of the year 2014.

Anywho, I was looking into nonsense verse the other day-- a form of poetry that's quirky and silly and... well, nonsense. As an example, here is a small nonsense verse by Ogden Nash called "The Termite":

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlour floor today.
 

I, naturally, thought the idea fun. I quite enjoy complete and utter nonsense.

I am not good, however, at writing little whims. Whenever I attempt to do such, I always feel another stanza is needed for explanation. It's a fault of mine that I am not quite fond of.

Anyway, I would like to forewarn you, reader mine, that though this poem may seem a bit silly (or not, since it isn't that humorous) it is still nothing like the usual, enjoyable nonsense verse. In fact, I wouldn't even consider it nonsense verse since it has so many non-nonsense things.

Then again, with nonsense verse, I believe the point is simply to write whatever you please.

And this is what I pleased:

Molly Sue,
Has quite a task.
She knows what to do.
For help, she does not ask.

Molly Sue,
Goes about the chore.
The yarn strand, she drew.
The yarn ball, rolling about the floor.

Molly Sue,
Continues her deed.
Pushing her stitch through.
She doesn't think of her speed.

Molly Sue,
Pauses for a break.
The tea needs a nice brew.
The biscuits need a nice bake.

Molly Sue,
Later resumes.
Her needles, two.
Her thoughts commencing to bloom.

Molly Sue,
Yet again decides to cease.
Waddling with need to the loo.
Returning soon to continue the piece.

Molly Sue,
Such a quiet knitter.
The silence grew.
Yet her thoughts, ever chipper.

Molly Sue,
Finishes subsequently.
Her needles askew.
Setting aside the work gently.

Exeunt Molly,
For this poem is at its denouement.
It was not quite jolly.
Nor not quite despondent.

What is it?
Are you so astonished?
Were you expecting something different?
Was the ending too unembellished?

But, hark!
Is that all I've got?
What adventure was embarked?
Where was the plot?

Was there a genre?
It was so dully still.
Where was the drama?
Where was the romance or thrill?

The poem was genuine,
I admit to you.
It was the ordinary exposition,
Of a girl named Molly Sue.

Despite the dull draw,
No plot was necessitate.
She knitted and that was all.
I have nothing else to state.

Way to go, Molly,
For knitting and no more.
Good job, Molly,
For being such a bore.

Brilliant job, Miss Sue,
For making my poem lag.
Congratulations, Miss Sue,
For being such a drag.

No, seriously. You ruined this poem, you plotless woman. 

Oops! I nearly forgot to add a prompt for my darling writer-readers. How about something along the lines of: 

Write a nonsense verse.

It doesn't, of course, have to be as long as mine. You can also look up some examples of nonsense verse online if you long for some inspiration.

I hope you enjoyed my poem! If you would like to check out some other stories in the SSS tag, go write on ahead (mistake intentional)!