Saturday Wordzzle Challenge: Week 78

This is week 78 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. Whew! Tried a poem again this week. By the time I realized I was over my head, it was too late, so it is what it is. My brain is tired. I look forward to reading what everyone has come up with.

The words for this week's ten word challenge were: records, impulsive, really cool, bread crumbs, angels, Sponge Bob, magical moment, back and forth, suffering, good fences make good neighbors For the mini challenge: side effects are generally mild, clingy, rooster, samples, curiosity

My mini:

Side effects are generally mild, my foot, Carla muttered groggily pounding on the snooze button of the hideous alarm clock next to her bed. At least they were free samples and I didn't waste a fortune on this crap, she murmured wanting very much to go back to sleep. I should have know Ben was a loser when he bought this stupid clock. What kind of psycho buys an alarm clock that crows like a rooster? A lying, cheating bastard, that's who. A curiosity, he called it. That should have been a tip off too... Who talks like that? Think maybe I'll send this as a wedding gift to that bitch in a clingy dress he's marrying next week. Having made that decision, she felt suddenly energized and enthusiastic. She had to get cracking. Her appointment with the real estate agent was an hour from now and she didn't want to be late.

My 10-word:

It was not a magical moment, nope... not at all. Carla knew instantly that this was going to be a situation of "good fences make good neighbors." The guy looked like Sponge Bob's pointy-headed pink friend. And he seemed as manic as a cartoon character as well. He was running back and forth dropping what looked to her like bread crumbs (turned out it was grass seed... what did she know? She had been a city girl her whole life until now) and singing loudly something that sounded like an off-key rendition of "Angels from the Realms of Glory," one of her favorite ever hymns. What had she done! she muttered to herself. She had purchased this house in an impulsive moment, caught up in the excitement of the idea. She had thought the change of scene and the adventure of a home of her own would distract her from her suffering and loss, and now here was this weird buffoon cavorting around like a crazed cartoon right outside her door. Oh, God... he's spotted me she muttered to herself as he came bounding over. "Welcome neighbor," he sang out with a great booming laugh. I'm Michael Merriman. So nice to see that beautiful old house get some love and care. We're a good community here. I think you'll be very happy. I've got plenty of grass seed here. If you'd like, and if you can stand my singing, I'll do your yard too. Won't take me but 20 minutes and I enjoy the work." Up close he looked a lot less crazy. Instead he had the most beautiful kind blue eyes and a big smile that seemed to spread happiness. It was one for the record books she guessed as she felt her heart open for the first time in the two years since she had found her ex husband Jon (aka The Dirty Dog Bastard) in bed with her best friend. The realtor had told her the neighbor was a widower. Maybe her heart wasn't dead and there was hope for life and love still to come. Trying to play it really cool, though, she smiled back. "Nice to meet you Michael. What a wonderful welcome to my new home. I'm Carla Singer."

And the maxi:

Side effects are generally mild

How sweet it is to have a child

Tiny, clingy, sweet and new

It's really cool that he loves you

Angel sleeping in his crib

Jam and bread crumbs on his bib

How fast those magic moments fly

As weeks and months go zipping by

And newborn's curiosity

Succumbs to Sponge Bob on TV

Then just as quick another leap

To interrupt a mother's sleep

Back and forth he runs amok

Escaping death by sheer dumb luck

Impulsive, daring and enchanting

A boy the toddler starts supplanting

New adventures now he samples

Not meaning to, your heart he tramples

The kindly folks who live next door

Are not so kindly any more

The broken window they got past

That was a grudge that didn't last

But trampled flowers in their garden

Were more than they saw fit to pardon

Now bloody battles with light sabres

They say,"Good fences make good neighbors"

But still you haven't seen the worst

The next phase makes you think you're cursed

As teen years enter in like thunder

What happened to my child you wonder

Half strutting rooster and half boy

Insanely rude, then shy and coy

Who is this crazed, erratic loon?

And please, dear God, can he leave soon

He loved me once.... remember when?

Will he ever be my son again

Not suffering my love with sighs

Or worse yet sneers and rolling eyes

You pull you hair in deep despair

Then for a flash your boy is there

And the sweet young babe held in your arms

Your cracking bleeding heart recharms

The last phase is the worst and best

The mother's final, dreadful test

Strong and grown, his sails unfurled

The child now man takes on the world

Your job is well and truly done

He's now a man, your baby son

But mother's heart still sees them all

Babe, toddler, teen her eyes recall

Sweetness and pain both wrapped in joy

The man who is her baby boy.

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Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Spam, perpetual motion, sprinkle, telephone pole, stains, alphabetical, surgery, flattery, liberty, preservation

For the mini challenge: shadows, singularity, Florida, caterpillars, copy

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Enjoy! See you next week.

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