It Was The Monster Smash!
written by: Ken Gosse
The little toe, as most folks know,
that fiendish body part,
takes sudden pain, so anthropos,
beyond a work of art
by seeking out, without a doubt,
all objects, known or not,
discovering the shortest route
to hasten its own plot
where it must slam into a jamb,
surprising you or me,
or smash its head just like a ram,
then unsurprisingly
send instantly, intense degree
of pain up to our brain,
emitting screams which burst our seams—
relief, though, is in vain.
They still abide on either side,
well-knowing what’s in store;
unless they’re lost (we dread that cost)
we know we’re in for more.
Ken Gosse prefers writing short, rhymed verse with traditional meter usually filled with whimsy and humor. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in Pure Slush, Home Planet News Online, Spillwords, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and others. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty-five years with rescue cats and dogs underfoot.
Latest posts by Ken Gosse (see all)
- The Progeny of Hameltown - November 1, 2025
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