General Poetry posted July 24, 2019

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And the Wet Shall Inherit

by pome lover

My doorbell rang; who could it be?
I wasn’t dressed for company
In fact I wasn’t dressed at all
I’d just stepped out of the shower stall.
I don’t know why I felt the need
To even try to answer it
I threw a terry bathrobe on—
Thought, what the heck, it's not Brad Pitt.
I sloshed across the hardwood floor
And slid the lock back on the door
I opened it a tiny crack
And nearly had a heart attack!
The site I’d always longed to see
Was there with cameras aimed at me—
PCH’s Prize Patrol!
And that’s when I lost all control;
Though they were hesitant at first,
I heard a snicker, then I burst
Out laughing, and I also cried
And stammered "w-won't you come inside?"

I just could not believe my eyes
This really was a big surprise
I waved to Mom on camera
And pulled my robe closed, "tight-a."
 They told the world as I stood there
In bathrobe (and no underwear),
I’d won the contest fair and square…
That I was their next millionaire!

Happy Poems writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Think about happiness and write a happy poem. It can be any style, free verse or rhyme.

the title is not meant to be sacrilegious, just a play on words
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