https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/06/bovine/ (Dull and slow-moving and stolid; like an ox)–WordWeb)
https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/05/three-things-challenge-pl20/
Today’s prompt: shortbread, cannon, guru
My niece’s husband is a bovine sort, but has
A heart of gold; she loves him, that’s what
Matters…but getting him out of his recliner
To go do something, anything…good grief.
There was a historical festival scheduled
In a nearby park, so Kate and I ganged up
On him: “It’ll be fun, Jerry—vintage
Cannons and stuff,” I said.
“And food, hon…probably shortbread
Your favorite,” Kate lured.
A smile snail-crawled across his big face.
“Mmm,” he said, “okay, I’ll go.”
We arrived amid the large, energetic crowd.
Jerry ambled toward the large cannon
While Kate and I admired gorgeous
Tapestries, musing about women in the
Middle Ages plying needles and floss
While waiting for their men to return
From Crusades or some other adventure
Or mischief…victorious, gravely injured
Dead, or dead drunk.
We met up with Jerry after awhile, all of us
hungry, and bought humongous steak burgers
With fries…but Jerry still had shortbread on
The brain and wanted to scout out a booth.
Seemed like we walked miles, seeing scones
And other treats…but no shortbread. Jerry
Finally settled for scones, and we sat down
On painted benches to rest. Kate asked her
Husband if he’d enjoyed himself, and whether
People had seemed historically knowledgeable.
“A few were,” he shrugged, “it was okay…
There was one guru claiming to have a
Doctorate in weapons history.”
“A guru?” asked Kate, “isn’t that kind of
Oxymoronic—a spiritual leader who’s an
Expert in weaponry?”
Jerry grinned slowly, “now who’s the moron?
He didn’t say anything about having personal
Proficiency with them…just his field of study.”
I was laughing mutely behind my hand…
Kate and I were Scrabble addicts, obsessed
With words…and part of the fun was inviting
Jerry to join us, and beating him soundly.
He’d caught me giggling… “listen, Smarty English
Major, I know both ‘oxymoronic’ and ‘moron’, okay?”
“Fine, fine, I was merely entertained by the wordplay…
Quite brilliant, Jer.”
He smirked, turned to Kate. “Y’all ready to go?
I want to stop by Piggly Wiggly on the way home
Get a tin of shortbread .”
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