Poetic Asides: “in the __ of __”; The Big Tent Poetry: “Kidnapping”
In the Middle of Kidnapping
The abductor paused, reflected shortly
Then he said, “What would you say
to join me for a coffee?”
And I retorted,
“We don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
He fell off, ROFL-ing
almost to hysteria
until we heard the fading
of the wedding bells.
© 2011 Mariya Koleva
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Great take on the kidnap prompt. What’s with the wedding bells?
vivienne – thanks a lot! Regarding the wedding bells – I wish I knew. But my muse doesn’t often stop to explain 🙂
That explains everything… 🙂
Stan – thanks for reading! Glad you liked it 🙂
No wonder he laughed!
Tilly – obviously he had sense of humor 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
An interesting twist on the prompt!
Mary – thanks a lot!
may they live, ROLFing ever after
barbara – Amen to that 😉
ROFL-ing
dratted typo
Clever piece, unexpected ending… I really enjoyed it!
Laurie – you are very nice!
Sweet twist!
Deb – it surprised me, too. Thanks for reading!
I was ROFL too! Thanks for sharing.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus