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The Hound

This was written for a Six Sentence Story challenge over at Denise’s.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here and link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂



Image by GraphicMama-team from Pixabay


I heard a sound

I looked around

Guess what I found

Yes, a hound

Sitting proudly upon a mound

I sat beside him on the ground

© Susan Zutautas 2019



The Swimming Pig

swimming pigs

photo by Jakob Owens via Unsplash

Piggly Wiggly learned how to swim

He worked out every day at the gym

Until one day when he broke a limb

© Susan Zutautas 2019


This silly little poem was written for Three Line Tales, prompt from Sonya.




Fools On The Hill

the hill

The hill was steep

You couldn’t hear a peep

Till we rolled down the hill

Like Jack & Jill

Giggles and laughs

we looked back at the path

To where we started

Our butts really smarted

Then … one of us farted


This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46.






Fun With Words

This post is for Wordle 410.


Words here, words there

Match words in the air

Give and take

Always create

Tail the team to the stream

If one falls in, throw them a rope

Let them see that they can cope

The vein that runs through the rock

Will never melt for it is locked

Fill a tank with rainwater

For the days that are hotter


© Susan Zutautas 2019






Bundle of Sticks




Bundles of sticks lay on the forest floor

Thinking to myself,

What a score!

Baskets I could make and

I would with no mistake

Carry them back to my cabin,

I put them in my wagon

Suddenly I stopped

and thought

Someone made these bundles

and then I heard a rumble

I put them back quick

thinking I was slick

I grabbed the wagons handle

This walk no longer a ramble

I ran as fast as I could

All turned out good


© Susan Zutautas 2019


This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.







The Cemetery

Cemetery London Brompton Pixabay

One day we went to the cemetery

The flowers we ordered were not in the delivery

We had to settle on pure greenery

But the grave site looked a bit butchery

It was a real mystery

and I became quite jittery

Thinking there had been a grave robbery

Feeling quite quivery

Because I needed surgery

I was visiting Roberta and Michael had written a very funny poem with words than end in ery. Had to try one myself.

Down at High Noon Lane

CCC #19

We all went down to High Noon Lane

Why you ask

Well, It’s hard to explain


The grass was greener on the other side

Come with me and you can decide


Fresh Spring flowers were blooming there

All you could smell was sweet fresh air


In the summertime, you can go for a swim

There’s a rope hanging  from a tree limb


Bring a lunch or something to eat

I’ll be happy to share my treats


I’ll let you know next time we go

Get a ride with your neighbor Joe


© Susan Zutautas 2019

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #19





If I Were a Cantaloupe

By Toby Hudson (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 ( or GFDL (], via Wikimedia Commons

If I were a cantaloupe here’s what I’d do
I’d rock and roll just me and my crew
Just so you know it … this is exactly what I do
Let me introduce to you my band Fruitilicious
On keyboards we have Elton Kiwis
On Sax from Asia Zesty Lance Lemon
Blowin his own horn is Frenchy Macintosh
Our Flute player Kenny G Lime
On bass we have Pansy Papayas
Our lead guitarist Gabriel Banana can rock but cannot roll
On drums Cringo Coconut just a wild and crazy one
Then there is me Classy Mercury Cantaloupe and I play percussions

Here’s Our Story

Back in the summer of 69 some of us members met on set while we were making…….. …….you got it; Fruit of Loom commercials.
Tired of working our skin to the pulp we decided to have some fun and start a band. We advertised in the Florida Orange Julius, a local paper.
Here’s how the add read:
For all fruits that want to try out for a new rock n roll band starting up, give us dingle.
Unfortunately we had to expand our search further. Due to it being summer, all fruits had gone north for the season. So off we went on a road trip hitching a ride in the back of a fruit truck that was heading up to San Francisco. When we arrived we were very pleased to find many talented fruits just hanging out by the bay.
Needing a place to stay we checked into the YMCA with the Village People who just wanted to eat us up. Luckily Frenchy pulled out his horn and blew them away.
Our first gig was at Aunt Charlie’s Lounge where we were a big hit among the San Franciscans.
We played in many hot spots in and around the Frisco area.
After becoming very popular we hit up a recording studio and recorded the following, which is one of our juiciest songs.
Hope that you enjoy it.

“Don’t Eat The Fruit”

by Fruitilicious
We are Fruitilicious and we’re here to say
Don’t eat fruit and don’t throw it away
Mothers tell your daughters we are bad to eat
Instead eat potatoes with lots and lots of meat
Fathers tell your sons tell them today
If you see fruit just run quickly away
We’re gonna rock we’re gonna roll
We’re gonna fill your ears full of soul
We’re gonna rock we’re gonna roll
We’re gonna sing till we get outta da grove
Don’t eat an apple a day
It does not keep the doctor away
The skin gets stuck between your teeth
Makes your gums bleed underneath
We’re gonna rock we’re gonna roll
We’re gonna fill our pockets with gold
We’re gonna rock we’re gonna roll
We’re gonna sing till we’re very old
Don’t you know that eating fruit every day
Will make you fart in a smelly way
Start each day with bagels and cheese
Make sure that you eat lots of these
Fruits are really bad to consume
Eat them and you’ll look like a buffoon
Leave us fruits alone we convey
You don’t need any vitamins today
Hope you enjoyed the song and we will be coming to your town soon.
© 2011 Susan Zutautas

What’s Wrong With This Picture?

What’s wrong with this picture I ask myself
I go to the cupboard and open the door
Bread bags open half eaten I roar
Why can’t they just finish one bag at a time?
Oh no they want fresh every single time
I go to the fridge and see cartons galore
They are all empty I’ll have to go to the store
Why is it no one in this house called a home
Cannot throw anything out as I moan
The dogs water dish is empty I go fill it fast
Why me I ask it’s not that big of a task
Just give them a drink, fill it up at the sink
Why am I the only one to do this I say
Make my life easier you can do it today
Crumbs on the counter here we go again
The day has just started and I’m going insane
What would it take for them to just lend a hand?
Help me clean up before I complain and remand
Your clothes are in piles all over the floor
Clean them up I am not your maid anymore.
© 2010 Susan Zutautas