Minotaur Pickup Herders - A twisty poem from a prompt.

from a while back, enjoy this programmed poem as NaNoWriMo eats my soul.... gah!


The pickup bounced on its springs
riding lower than any the hikers had seen
as the rancher drove by to gather his herd
and run them to roundup's branding.
They barely noticed those behind the wheel
until the truck was gone over the hill
and the tail end hiker called out loud
about the vikings helmet complete with horns
those in the cab seemed to be wearing.
Then came the screams of human fear,
as over the ridge was driven the heard
before the rage of three large minotaurs
and their cow queen with her large brown eyes
racing the Ford behind her gather,
into which the earthlings were hustled
off to the slaughter for meat to feed
the young her sisters still nursed
in the ranch house far off and away
in a hellish dimension of mythical beasts.

Cowboy bondage romance novels - A poem from a tweet I saw.

Rounding up the words in her corral
she crafts braids them like her lariat
into a beast rarely seen back east
creating for fun cowboy bondage romance novels.

Running before the crazy chuck wagon driver',
seeking more meat and beans to mix in
along with the grit from riding drag
to give it a truly authentic taste .

Then into the sunset she rides off
seeking the next wild bronco to ride
leaving behind her brand seared in hides
still smoking from this fanciful passing through.

Not seeing the big debate she started
among the cowgirls still working the roundup
of whether to let the boys free
or leave them victims to her bulldogging.

(19May2012 - Dyfedd Rex)

And a tip of the hat to @ActuallyAisha for the promt on this on!