The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the mercenary.
Max let me sleep in until 7:30 this morning. What a great way to start my first non-market Saturday of the off-season.
I am full of turkey and pumpkin pie and am ready for sleep. So... on with the show.
Mine:
Whose side am I on?
Who picks my enemy?
I keep it real simple:
Whoever pays me.
2 comments:
I almost wished that Max would let you sleep in on your first non-market morning for a while yesterday, but then I figured that doing so might just jinx the wish, so I left it be. I'm pleased to see he did so even without any special requests :)
Home-made pumpkin pie? It all sounds nice; I had toad-in-the-hole last night with onion gravy and roast potatoes... it's turning into winter, it's important to have foods to provide energy against the cold!
Hah, nicely mercenary there with your poem. I like the utter simplicity of it all, exactly the kind of approach a mercenary should take.
Mine:
To see my poem today there will be a small charge of C$8.99 (or your local currency at current exchange rates). Please provide payment via Paypal and I shall provide the poem :)
Greg - yeah, I'm pretty sure that would of jinxed it for sure :)
Haha, funny man. Haha :P
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