Write a four line poem about: bad habits.
The strawberries were sold to fellow vendors before the market opened this morning. The raspberries eventually sold out as well. As did the peas (the shelling peas disappeared in the blink of an eye, while the last bag of snow peas sat on the table for a long, long time). Sold four (I think) of my greeting cards. The cherries sold steadily throughout the day, but we fell about half a crate shy of selling out.
Which still made for a very good market.
Now I am pretty much exhausted and ready for a day off.
Writing, reading, working,
There are deadlines to keep;
But then before you know it,
I've fallen asleep...