Write a four line poem about something or someone who is: undefeated.
Pretty good market this morning, as we sold out of heirloom and cherry tomatoes, carrots, and onions. There was only one bag of green beans left, along with a couple bags of potatoes - we'll happily take the beans for ourselves and use the taters for the boxes this Tuesday.
Apples moved fairly well, the plums less so. But that's pretty typical for us, as plums seem to be the only fruit that we have any difficulty in selling. Probably because so many other vendors have them, but I still don't fully get it.
Likely because plums were my favorite fruit growing up, so my viewpoint on the whole thing is rather skewed.
As his streak continues
His ego grows and grows.
Is there an end in sight?
The devil knows, he knows.