Andrea Corwin
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To Your Taste
Ketchup or mustard a squirt of each, or blended, French fries to your taste A fun poem with the 5-7-5 format. Perhaps you prefer Ranch dressing, or plain fries...try mixing a dot of mustard with ketchup. Better yet, buy Portland Organic Ketchup. You can eat it with a spoon! Ketchup from Portlandia. 😁
By Andrea Corwin 4 days ago in Poets
- Top Story - April 2024
Warm and Fresh
Clarissa was so over all the cold toilet seats. She wanted a warm cushion to rest her tush when she emptied her bladder or colon. Googling "bidet," she compared three models, but not satisfied, she continued searching. Her requirements included a heated seat and two separate nozzles, one for the front area and one for the back "dumps." Nice-to-have would be a night light, nozzle cleaners, and an easy installation. After two hours of Google research and comparisons, she made her choice.
By Andrea Corwin 7 days ago in Horror
Excreta Killer
This poem's news photos and subject will disturb many - read at your own discretion. The embedded article at the bottom is not "disturbing" other than the subject (there is a video link I did NOT preview within the embedded link, because I am disturbed enough by this event).
By Andrea Corwin 8 days ago in Poets
Arachnid Repair of Sheetrock
What is she looking at? I watched my dog, Clara, staring at the baseboard but saw nothing. She finally went into the living room while I made the bed. I smoothed the fitted sheet and pulled up the top sheet, light blanket, and comforter. Doing what my husband, Jake, loves to see but hates to do, I propped the decorative pillows and pillow shams in two colors in their proper places. I opened the blinds and watched the birds flitting about their hectic lives, from tree to tree, the hummingbird from flower to flower.
By Andrea Corwin 9 days ago in Horror
Peas and the Princess
Princess was outside in a thunderstorm, drenched, and frightened. Trying to find shelter, she dodged lightning strikes and ran until reaching a gate. Portia pounded on the gate until the old king of the principality opened it and was surprised to find a princess asking to be received and I got lost in the storm. Is it true your son is looking for a wife?”
By Andrea Corwin 11 days ago in Fiction