Saturday August 16th, 2014

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: wanderlust.

Because Max went to sleep early tonight so Kat and I watched this. Not the greatest movie ever or anything like that, but it was funny and light and pretty much exactly what we needed tonight.

Market went well, selling out of berries (that's more like it) and a whole lot of fruit. Looking forward to a day off spent with Kat's family tomorrow.

Mine:

Rope around his ankle
And down the hall,
Now we'll see if he'll stay
After all...

2 Comments:

Greg said...

Sounds like your marketing skills are back on form then! Well done on selling all the berries :)
Heh, that sounds like one way of curing wanderlust, for sure...!

Wanderlust
He's become a murderhobo;
He used to be a killer clown,
But now he's gotten wanderlust,
And kills from town to town.

Marc said...

Greg - thank you!

I don't know why, but I love it pretty much every time you mention the killer clowns. Murderhobo is a fantastic extension of that, by the way.