Shopping at Pun Land

“So what did you get for me at the store, my blue-eyed son?”
“Nothing, my dear old pony.”
“But didn’t I give you a long list of compositions to get at the store?”
“Yes, you did. You did indeed. And I went to the store.”
“Then what happened to all the compositions, to all the music at the store, my blue-eyed son?”
“Everything they had was decomposed, my dear old pony.”

– James Steerforth ( © 2008 )

A grotesque dialog for Sunday Scribblings #107 – Compose. Unless you’d prefer to call it bizarre, droll, whimsical or odd. All these come close to describe the mood I was in when I wrote it.

About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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7 Responses to Shopping at Pun Land

  1. Linda Jacobs says:

    This made me chuckle! Very creative!

  2. Granny Smith says:

    A chuckle and a groan, just as you intended.

  3. whypaisley says:

    well i for one found it very creative!!!!

  4. Such a mood is priceless. It leads to very strange compositions from even the most decomposed. Nothing like good compost for fertilisation.


  5. Linda, Granny Smith, Whypaisley and Gemma:

    Thank you all for your visits and composed or not so composed comments!

  6. nice take on the prompt!

  7. Tumblewords says:

    Wow – this is wildly written – clever and highly entertaining.

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