the things you find rolling in the clover

What are you doing down there in the grass?

Lass, I’m chewing on life, wondering how fast rain can pass.

Is there a reason you are doing this in the nude

Rude. It’s all natural, no need for attitude.

It is just rather odd to see a man in the grass in the buff

Humph. I’m as nature intended and I don’t give a chuff.

You do look cold. Rather shrivelled if I may say.

Nay. Lassie, nature made me this way.

Fair enough, so how long have you been here like this?

Miss, I don’t think that is any o’yer business.

Well, you are lying where I like to walk my dog.

Good God, I wondered what that wet thing was.

That’s Tinkabelle, my fur baby. She likes to run through the clover.

Give over, and get yerself a proper dog called Rover

I shall have you know Tink’s quite the pack lead

Please, and my little pony is a stallion steed.

How dare you dis Tink? I only stopped to see if you were ok.

Hey, I’m Ok, now do go away.

I just don’t think I should leave you here on the ground

It’s sound, honest, I am as down as a pound.

It’s just all too odd seeing you lie here as you are

Nah. I am just a man mingling with his planetary star

See, that’s weird. Nobody says things like that.

Fact: Wherever we lie down, that is where we are at.

I don’t go to bed to mingle with the galaxy.

See… If you did, I'd bet you would become more free.

I am free enough, thank you I don’t need to lie in the rough

Huff! I think you are feeling the flow of this stuff.

You are pie in the sky. What is it? Are you high?

My oh my. Look at you chopping rhymes on the fly.

*Sigh* I give up. Are you looking for something up there in the sky?

Aye. I am watching the clouds floating by.

How long do you intend to stay lay flat out on the land?

It's Grand. You know, not to have anything planned.

Should I bring you some blankets? A tent, perhaps.

*laughs* My lack of modesty has really got you in flaps.

No, no. I can be an open-minded sort.

Sport. That’s what you are. Bet you are not keen on that thought.

Oh, you talk in riddles that seek to undermine.

Fine. I shall talk plainly about what’s on my mind.

Great, and I shall avert my gaze before I start to go blind

*finger-signed* Trust me, lass you ain’t my kind.

I have lost everything, even the shirt off my back

So I lay down here to take stock of what I lack.

Only for some mitherer to pass by and give me flack.

About lying here hidden, trying to plan me next tack.

These last few days I have had enough attack

Without some beak poking in to give me a crack.

You and your stallion rat, please get on and have an hack.

Forget me and me sad shriveled-up sack

You both mosey on off in your matching floral macs

And I shall watch the trees, and the clouds in the sky, feel the pain of the rain, and the cold dirt of where I lie, and I shall chew on why life is passing me by.

*sigh*

Goodbye.

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Authors Note:

Okay, so I wrote this because I am a little bit bonkers and a little bit bored, but mostly because I wanted to have a bash at a dialogue poem. I have never done one before. I have used dialogue in poetry, but not like it is stipulated in the new challenge.

My questions are:

Have I done this right, or does each line need an entirely different voice?

Does a conversation fit the challenge?

What about the last part, where it is just the one voice talking - Is that a no-go?

All advice is welcomed and embraced.

Thank you for indulging my bonkersness!