A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Monday, December 17, 2012

A moment ago as I sat in my chair,
came a sight I never have seen.
I looked at my toast and what I beheld, 
was the smallest, most perfect sardine.

Her body was shapely and shiny with oil 
and her eyes they invited me in.
Stretched out on the bread, my petit ingenue 
with her brain the size of a pin. 

I set down my paper, adjusted my vest, 
cleared my throat, and gave her a wink.
Said: "hello little darling. How do you do? 
I'm quite smitten with you, I think." 

They say that true love is priceless. 
They say it will better your life.
So I dropped to one knee, right there and then, 
and took this fish for my wife. 

It would've been quite the wedding,
she in her miniature gown.
But tragedy struck, when imagine my luck,
I gobbled my sweetheart right down. 


  1. You're branching out, writergirl. This is delightful, and fully -- well, partly redeems my estimation of your mental state after that flea post.
    You got more like this? Ogden Nash was pretty popular in his day.

  2. On second thought ... sardine girlfriend? Nah, you're still nuts!