Bringing our little two day theme session to a fitting conclusion, write a four line poem about: a truth.
Work went reasonably well today. Saw my boss for the first time in a month and a half or so, did a bunch of cleaning, ran the bowling alley for a short while. Nothing too exciting, just an average Saturday at the gym and alley.
Hmm, gym and alley sound like names. I shall file that away for later use.
What's the meaning of life
And all that junk?
No matter what happens
Don't lose your spunk.
Alternative endings for this poem: funk, junk, crunk. Choose your favorite and replace as required.