PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

  Shari stood over her Kool-Aid filled ice tray jamming toothpicks through the aluminum foil she had coated it with. “Store in the freezer overnight for your own delicious homemade popsicles!” she recited to herself. She beamed widely and placed the tray in the icebox. As the refrigerator’s door closed, Hush Puppy glared at Shari with his one googly eye. A circular patch of dried glue occupied the area his other had once been.

      “I was hoping for an actual meal tomorrow. I’m tired of eating these ice pops, and I’m even more fed up with eating the macaroni necklaces,” he piped.

      “Oh, hush, puppy,” Shari cackled, “everyone knows making arts and crafts is more fun than eating!” The corners of her mouth met her ears as she communicated with her hand. Hush puppy sighed and began to speak again, but he choked and no words came as his mouth was being used to briefly scratch Shari’s posterior.

      Lamb Chop stood opposite of Hush Puppy, her fake white fleece and big black button eyes glinting under the incandescent kitchen lights. She moved in close to Shari and spoke softly into her ear. “We really ought to talk.”