A four line jailhouse prayer poem.
We had a decent market this morning, though it wasn't as busy as we were expecting for the long weekend.
I've been zonked out on the couch for the last hour and a bit, so this should be entertaining. Apologies in advance if mine is complete crap. And for the rather random prompt.
Which took me another hour to think of, in between spacing out and... more spacing out.
Dear Lord, I don't want money,
Or a Caribbean honey;
Lord, if you're really up there...Could you short out the electric chair?