Only A Fool
would’ve let her go.
What were they thinking?
Katya
would not return
until after the holiday.
Easter, Schmeaster
all the chocolate,
colored eggs, and
candy
made their waste crawl
rather sluggishly.
The Prince was sitting on the throne
in the aforementioned drafty turret
for the duration.
The Royals had eaten far too much candy
and were now paying for it.
Out it oozed
like peanut butter fudge.
there it sat in a chocolate sludge
mound
and there it would ferment.
You see, they hadn’t updated the Castle
with the flush thingy yet.
Or plumbing either.
Of course, he could release the trap door
and hurl the sludge onto some poor passersby in their Sunday finest.
Katya had promised the solution
and she was in Budapest!!!
All this, because of his vanity.
He was in deep
and it wasn’t Kim Chi.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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