Write a four line poem about a: pit bull.
There was a little girl (like 1.5 years old, tops) running around by the washrooms at the main beach this morning. It really sounded like the parents, who were usually chasing after her, were calling her Pit Bull.
Like, "Get back here Pit Bull!"
And, "Where are you going Pit Bull?"
While I am fairly confident that wasn't what they were saying, I have been unable to figure out what her actual name is. So... writing prompt it is!
Town was very busy this afternoon, main beach in particular. Not sure I'm looking forward to seeing the results of all that busyness tomorrow morning.
I don't think she barks or bites -
She's just a little tyke!
Just wait till she gets hungry...
Or sleepy... or inexplicably angry...