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  • Writer's pictureMichelle S. Kennedy

Fall Writing Frenzy Poetry Contest 2022

Many thanks to Lydia Lukidis, Kaitlyn Sanchez, and guest judge Alyssa Reynoso-Morris for hosting this year's contest and to all the fabulous prize donators!



NOTE: To comment on my entry please scroll ALL THE WAY DOWN to the bottom of the page and you'll see the comment section below where it says 'recent posts'. Thanks!


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Here is my entry:


DECAYIN’ AWAY IN MARGARITAVILLE (WC 189)

By Michelle S. Kennedy


Nibblin’ on dust cake,

Watchin’ my skin flake.

Once was a tourist covered with oil…

Strummin’ my ribcage, rottin’ here backstage—

Smell my feet,

They’re beginnin’ to spoil!


Decayin’ away today in Margaritaville.

Cuz my life has

Succumbed to a halt.

Some bones may claim that there's a femur to blame, But perhaps— I’m here by default?


Don’t know the season.

At least I’m not freezin’.

Feel kinda blue since I lost my tattoo.

I once was a cutie,

But death is no beauty. With no hair,

‘Least I don’t need shampoo!


Decayin’ away today in Margaritaville.

Cuz my life has

Succumbed to a halt.

Some bones may claim that there's a femur to blame, But I think— an obstruction’s at fault.


I tripped on my flip flop— Then choked on a pork chop. Guess I croaked before Buffett’s last tour... Missed out on his big show. Man, what a huge blow. Now I’m stuck being creepy décor!

Decayin’ away today in Margaritaville.

Cuz my life has

Succumbed to a halt.

Yes, some bones may claim that there's a femur to blame, Now I know—an obstruction’s at fault!



(ORIGINAL SONG FOR REFERENCE): MARGARITAVILLE, by Jimmy Buffett

Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered with oil Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing Smell those shrimp They're beginnin' to boil Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's nobody's fault Don't know the reason Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think, - hell it could be my fault I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know, it's my own damn fault Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault


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Guest
Oct 13, 2022

Nooo! A pork chop is NEVER to blame! They're the best. Haha! What a great remake for this year's contest, great job.


@mowrex (Twitter)

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Oct 14, 2022
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Haha!!! Yes, I DO love me a good pork chop! Thanks for stopping in to read my entry! — Michelle

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Oct 04, 2022

What a fabulous take on the original song. Great job!


Donna L Martin

Story Catcher Publishing

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Oct 14, 2022
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Thanks Donna! — Michelle

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Guest
Oct 03, 2022

Nice work, Michelle!

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Oct 14, 2022
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Thank you! ❤️ — Michelle

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Guest
Oct 02, 2022

I'm singing on the couch reading your entry, great job!

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Oct 14, 2022
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Wooohoooo!!! — Michelle

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Guest
Oct 02, 2022

This had me laughing out loud! Great job!

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Oct 14, 2022
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So glad you it made you laugh. Thank you checking it out! —Michelle

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