Writing For G.O.T

Ode to Me for August 2017 Deeds--Week 4,Prompt 3

Week 4 Prompt 3
Free Form
158 words -- 40 lines

Your aim was straight
but you were also obtuse.
Never mind the mangle,
obtuse can be put to good use
since it’s still an angle.

First,
you attacked the target
as if cutting a tree
with a plastic toothpick.
Second,
you forgot to post
what you wrote
and lost because you rushed,
you weren’t even slushed!

So, what?
Losing points is fine
in a game divine
for your aim was…
meant to be straight,
though, you were somewhat
late to realize
you needed better eyes
to stare at the screen
non-stop, but now, all is well,
and that’s swell.

Hence, let’s jubilate the date
your freedom from boredom
to a world fancy-free
--writing.com, might it be?--
where you delivered
from within, your messages
with dubious usages,

and now, you’re true blue.
Yet…no need to be torn,
as the simple reason
for all this hit-or-miss
has been your due
is because
you were born
during World War Two.


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Prompt: You've done all manner of heroic deeds this month. Unfortunately, nobody's bothered to write you an ode. The meanies! This is your opportunity to brag share your achievements with the world. ~ Poetry