Write a four line poem about something that has been: compromised.
Kat and I picked blackberries for local orders this morning while the boys were with her parents. Got the 22 pints we needed, plus another 10 pounds for the bakery, plus an extra 5 pints to have at the table when people came to pick up their orders.
Sold two of those, plus an extra twenty pounds of peaches. Almost made waiting around in the heat and smoke worth it.
I should probably stop complaining about the smoke, seeing as I've heard nothing to indicate that it will be going away any time soon...
The perimeter has been breached
By persons we do not know.
Quick! Pack everything up, children -
It is time to hit the road.