The following poem was written for a challenge over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie called Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time.
You will be given six rhyming words* and need to use all of them (but not limited to these) in your response, which should be a poetry form of your choice.
The words are mock, shock, stock, lock, hock, and block.
Image by IngoMoringo from Pixabay
I stood in shock
looking down the block
Taking stock
of all the locks
on the dock
Surely this was a mock
Needed now, a glass of hock
© Susan Zutautas 2020
Susan's Place 
Well done!
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Thanks!
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Nicely done! Love locks as we call them. Though it’s not allowed, couples come and leave locks on the Brooklyn Bridge.
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Thank you!
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Wonderful selective color on your photo 😀
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Thanks! I only wish I’d taken the photo.
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well done 🙂
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Thanks Crisp 🙂 Hope it’s okay if I call you Crisp. If not let me know.
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As my grandpa used to say, you can call me whatever you want, as long as it’s not too late. I guess in his day that hadn’t been so often said and still retained its freshness. 🙂
And I certainly prefer Crisp, to Chris.
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My dad always said, call me whatever you want just make sure you don’t call me late for dinner. 🙂
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Ah-ha, more specific, not wanting to miss dinner. I’m guessing he was a more practical man than my dreamer of a grandpa 🙂
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