A Fig Twig In The Brig...... [poem Development From A Title; Humor? ; Discipline] Poem by Bri Edwards

A Fig Twig In The Brig...... [poem Development From A Title; Humor? ; Discipline]

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A title can be most demanding;
this one just popped into my head.
We've got a big fig tree which produced....
no good fruit, though it is not dead.
So I had thought about pruning......
some topmost branches this fine day,
but other duties and desires I......
had, kept getting in the way.

But inside my skull tonight, that word....
"fig" was found to be still lurking,
and it JUMPED right out again at me,
like a fish I once landed by jerking.....
(the pole) .
And what followed was the above....
title, .....with its triple rhyme.
Now my task is to fill out.....
the poem, cutely, if I have the time.

A fig is a fruit or the tree that bears one;
a twig is a small branch which wind can make wavy;
a brig is the name for a military jail,
I think especially in the Navy.
How the heck am I supposed to......
write a poem with the title chosen?
If I think too much about my task,
my hand or brain might....become frozen.

A fig twig in the brig:
A fruit tree's little branch in a Naval jail.
This could be more difficult than the title....
"The Elephant Who Peed In A Little Pail".
But I shall persevere, though.....
at 9 P.M. my eyes are tiring.
I can't disappoint my readers whose.....
engines now have all their spark plugs firing.

"You can do it, Bri", I have to tell myself.
"No fair quitting now. No setting the notebook on its shelf! "

- - - - - - - - - - - - -SO- - - - - - - - - - -

Once upon a time there was a.....
fig twig. His first name was Tony.
His last name was Fig, of course.
Now don't you say "Baloney! "
He lived not far from the....
shore.....of Egypt's Nile River,
and each time he saw a boat sail.....
past, he felt his thin bark shiver....
(with excitement) .

Then one day he ran away.....
from home, and joined Egypt's Navy.
He was assigned to a Mediterranean.....
cruiser, which plied the waters, wavy.
But Tony was NOT used to....
DISCIPLINE; his parent tree was a softy.
It gave in to Tony's every whim,
no matter how low or lofty.

So when Tony had been one month....
at sea, and said he'd had "enough",
the captain said: 'Tony, you're in for....
two years". But Tony thought it was a bluff.
So the next time his ship docked....
Tony left and went not back.
That's how the fig twig ended in the brig....
'cause DISCIPLINE.....he could NOT "hack".

(March 7,2014)

Saturday, March 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
read the poem. just the part after '- - - - -SO- - - - - -' is make-believe. :) bri

i reread and edited it a tiny bit three years later. i'd found a TYPO!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loke Kok Yee 17 January 2018

It does make a little sense to me Though I was rejected by the navy But discipline, I can comprehend For the cane had oft seen my other end. Thanks Bri.

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