My friend Rita and I were talking about different combinations of words the other day. I said that I’d love to use behest and bereft in a poem somehow. And then she threw in the word behemoth.
Then I wrote this:
At Big Bird’s behest
A behemoth acts bereft
Snuffleupagus
And she shot back with:
It leaves me bereft
All behemoths are the same
At God’s behest, eh?
After writing an earlier draft of this, my friend Marla picked up the mantle and came up with this:
Are you bereft
Of Ma’s Behemoth vermouth
At Dad’s behest
Those key words take up 7 of the 17 syllables. So this is a fun challenge to me. Got anything?
