Write a four line poem about something (or someone?) that is: off-limits.
Good day at the market. We sold out of the last 160 pounds of cherries we were able to salvage from the rain, as well as the shelling peas, raspberries, cabbage (all two heads of it), Moroccan mint and peppermint plants, and finally sold the last of the cinnamon basil plants that we had.
I even sold five (I think - I'm getting quite terrible at keeping track) of my greeting cards.
The last hour and a quarter before closing was pretty quiet, which was kind of nice. As long as I don't think about how much more we could have sold if we'd had additional cherries and raspberries and shelling peas...
Anyway. It was another good market.
Unless, my dear child,
You wish for me to slaughter
Your parents and pets,
Keep your hands off my daughter.