‘Farmer Vincent’s Smoked Meats’ the billboard did proclaim.
“Where our smoking process, is our claim to fame!”
Little Willie, ever curious, set off one day to see
exactly what’s so special about Farmer Vincent’s recipe.
Little Willie never did discover Farmer Vincent’s smoking secret.
Farmer Vincent smoked him out. Then ground him into a tasty tid-bit!
This is the first time I combined Terrible Poetry and Six Sentence Stories.. What can I say.. I’ll try anything once.. Special nod to the movie, Motel Hell as anyone can see it was my real inspiration…
The Terrible Poetry prompt was a Little Willie poem, see the link for details, and the word of the week on SSS was: Process….
I am posting this from my phone, so I’ll have to link to the inspiring posts next time I have connectivity.
Thru Violet's Lentz 
LOL Excellent terrible poetry AND Six Sentence Story 😀
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Love it. Has me in a wide wide grin. Great stuff.
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Lol!
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Funny!
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lol
fun Six
(excellent movie, was that Rory Calhoun or Robert Carradine*)
*like there was a difference… lol
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LOL
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eww Little Willie was quite the very bad boy, was he not?
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LOL, I liked this very much 🙂
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Yikes! Wonderful play on words and rhyme with a delightfully macabre ending! I have to admit that it made me smile.
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Scary good story poem!
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Your SSS is kind of like a twist of a very short original Grimm’s Fairy Tale, Edgar Allen Poe writing, and an Alfred Hitchcock film. . .a lot creepy.
Great job of combining the two writing challenges.
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Willie went through the sausage grinder! Great story!
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All but the kitchen sink. 😉 I hope you’re still enjoying your new climes!
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Willie couldn’t wiggle out of it!
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