Saturday November 5th, 2011

The exercise:

A four line poem about: undercover.

Be back tomorrow!

Mine:

Shake hands with the devil,
But don't become his friend;
Don't forget your halo,
Or this will be your end.

3 Comments:

Greg said...

That's a very cute little poem!

Undercover
Tina hides from people who approach,
She says they're undercover cops,
It causes her problem when she's turning tricks,
But then, paranoia never stops.

writebite said...

Undercover

slept like a lover
un-der-cov-er
sil-ken cover
feathered with plover

Marc said...

Greg - that's quite the image you've placed in my mind. I could see a longer story developing from it.

Writebite - great rhythm to that, makes it quite enjoyable to read out loud.