I hesitate to post this poem because it is too close to someone close to me. For the record, some of this is true and some of this is made up. This poem is a specific rendering of all of our strengths and weaknesses — nobody is immune — and arguably it is about any one of us. Replace the skills with cooking, playing stocks, and ice hockey. Pick your own skills.
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Three (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “Three Blind Hippos,” “Three Muskrats,” “Three’s Company,” “Three Movies Is Too Many for The Hobbit, Peter Jackson (just saying),” and so on.
He’s a sharp one that boy
Knows all about digitization of information
How to process, when to process, why to process
Persistence is his strong suit, no wildcards in his deck
He knows music, old, new, experimental too
Plays guitar, bass, and drums
Rocks his way through life
Banging on trouble and strumming the sweet chords
But practicalities mystify him
Can’t pull a nail out of a board, can’t set a screw, or open a tight jar
Not everyone makes it, to first, second, or third base
Even the best strike out