Her ego filled the room
like hot air fills a balloon
If only she’d jump in the basket
and float up, up and away
Spare me from her know-it-all
contradictory statements
But alas, she does not
so I smile and nod
planning my escape
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I missed the last Quadrille Monday because I was focused on getting a writing contest entry done. The entry is done and submitted so I decided I had time today for 44 words. The Quadrille Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub this week requires the word “balloon” to be included in our 44 word poems. This is what I came up with.