The elephants have been walking in the cookie dough again. With their old-world charm and their circus-popping moves. I wear a wig to fool you and it works. We go trapeze-flying in the afternoon, me in my new guise just to hang out with the guys, and they, not knowing I kind of have a crush on one or two of them. Of course, I keep schtum. Don’t want them ego-tripping.
Pretty sure Misery found her true love in the end. Or rather, he found her, came galloping on his horse in the night to save her from the evil clutches of Baron Heidzig. After France, when she had a brainchild then returned. (As a pig in the back yard, didn’t she, Paul? You there, Paul?)
These papier-mache dreams would abscond into the night with their breath hanging in the air, but there was an incident once so now I keep it under wraps. You see, some clowns got arrested on their way to the party and got strip-searched for bad jokes and role-play.
These days they go guerrilla gardening instead, and throw hand grenades of seed bombs over barbed wires onto protected land, manicured by law, so when the rain hits them, they spread open onto their backs and yield forth an explosion of wildflowers.
Really, guerrilla gardening’s the thing, let’s go do it. It’s the new afternoon tea party. Afterwards, we can even dress up as clowns and play leapfrog in the shed.
© N Nazir 2023
Written for Shay’s Word Garden where we are given inspiration with The Circus in Winter by Cathy Day. Words used: elephant(s), cookie(s), charm, circus, popping, wig, trapeze, misery, papier-mache, incident, clowns.
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*Sadly, this is Shay’s last word garden prompt list, so of course, I had to write something for it. It was my favourite writing challenge on WP, I always learned about some new writer or other, and got to read some quality responses to it too, so I shall miss it. Thanks Shay, for the inspiration 🙂
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