I’m utilizing The Daily Post prompt today for my poem.

Radiant

by ARHuelsenbeck

“Crunchy won’t do—
It makes Wilbur sound good to eat.
You’ve got to find me something else.”

The rat sniffed
And took off in a tiff
To search for another word that would satisfy the spider.
He brought her back a label.

“Preshrunk?
I don’t know how that applies to a pig,
Or how being preshrunk would save him from slaughter.
Find me something better.”

Templeton grumbled but reluctantly skulked away.
Soon he returned with a final offering
torn from a box of laundry detergent.

“With New Radiant Action.
Wilbur, are you radiant?” Charlotte asked.

The pig danced about,
flashing his dazzling smile and batting his sparkling eyes.

“It’ll have to do,” the weary spider conceded
And set about altering her web design.