Write a four line poem about something or someone that is: caught.
It was a cold, blustery start to the day. I think it was 12 degrees out when I woke up at 5 this morning, but the wind made it feel much colder than that. It continued to blow for most of the market before finally dying down just before noon.
I'm sure that contributed to the slow start to the market. Things eventually got steady but I don't think I was ever really busy. Ended up being a decent market either way though.
My brain is ready to sleep. In fact, it may already be asleep. So... here we go.
Uh oh - we're caught!
Will you let us out?
Or do we have to
Yell and scream and shout?