Writing Challenge #47
 

Sorry for the delay ....






Don't let the holidays get so busy you don't take time to breathe ... have a great week

I always greet people with a warm "welcome"
reliable and dependant
I am always there
Inviting people into sanctuary
a place where they feel secure and comfortable
I protect everything under me
even though it may be hard and callous
I endure every element no matter how hot or cold for the sake of others
and what thanks do i get?
stepped on every day
dog shit smeared in my face
and discarded when the ones i have greated so faithfully want to replace me with something that "looks nicer"
I can still perform my same duties despite the wear and tear to my appearance,
but it matters not
For I am old and unsightly
and to most that is the most important.
So whats the moral of the story you ask?
There is none
I go through live giving and serving
The only highlight of my exsistance is hoping some skirt comes by
so I can catch a quick piece of ass.

It's bad enough
They walk all over me
Wipe their dirt and grime and dog droppings
On me -- right on me!
Like I bloody well have no feelings at all!

But then -- to throw me upside down! Face down!
Oh, it was hilarious
To see them delirious with joy
When they realized "emocleW"
Could be passed off for ancient Celtic
To all those daft Yanks.

As though that were ancient Celtic
Just because I work at a cheap hotel
Somewhere in Wales.

Save the Wales? Ya, from themselves...
...and do hurry.
Please.

So amonkie, are you like the official "Writing Challenge" maker upper?

If so, may I suggest the Smart Bee?

Could be helpful on those slow weeks when you need a spark to drop us a line.

Late...

BTW...

Most recent Smart Bee quip:

If you say, "Would there were no wine" because of the drunkards, then you must say, going on by degrees, "Would there were no steel," because of the murderers, "Would there were no night," because of the thieves, "Would there were no light," because of the informers, and "Would there were no women," because of adultery.

-- St. John Chrysostom: Homilies, c. 388

Cha cha cha...

I am not acquainted with Smart Bee ... I will have to investigate this further.

As for being the maker upper ... I wanted to see them happen, and been doin them since it seemed to be the way to go at the time. Almost a year later ... they're still going ...

SmartBee

As for being the maker upper, you're a good maker upper, fer sure.

Beautiful I was as I sat with my brothers and cousins
Although the odor that eminated from us was less than pleasant.
But, hey! We're not made of roses, you know.
Built for an important if thankless job, we wait...and wait...
Until someone recognizes our strength and our aesthetics
Welcoming all to a home filled with the warmth of family
And, nice carpets....

So now I'm placed at the door, my texture ready for those who would approach.
Give me your best shot! Your boots, your sneakers, even your spike heels!
I can take it!

Uh...ouch! Ok, maybe not the spike heels....

welcome mat
 

this job sucks
its true
most of the year

but there is that small window of opportunity
come winter time
for revenge

freezing rain is gods gift to welcome mats
followed by a plummet in temperature
and i'm an ice skating rink
that they just don't see

i've taken out grandma
she put her foot down
and oops
hello traction grandma

mailman
i'm going through these people
faster than the government can hire
put the mail in the box
make that turn to the street
and adios
welcome to concrete bastard

took out their kids also
but thats no fun
kids get over everything quickly
and their friends get to sign their casts

so winters creeping in
and i'm beginning to smile
those warm days
covered with dog doo
are passing by

and very soon
i'll be happy to say to you

welcome.

Discarded
 

A qiaunt little place, a cozy little nook
with ferns that surround a gently flowing brook

this is my home that I cherish so dear
where all of my friends are always quite near.

I have grown into the earth, and been shaped by the rain
my appearance is rugged and can seem quite plain.

I rest on the shore of a lonely forest lake
and welcome the animals that come to partake.

While you may not see me in the midst of the grass
discarded by owners who were callous and crass

but in my solace, where i rest from my fall
to this long lost oasis I welcome you all

silvertiger