Saturday June 16th, 2018

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: tampering.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Tampering
They said, with a smile, that he loved his job,
They admired how he was always tinkering.
But when people died, they said they were wrong,
He'd been tampering, which was a stinky thing.

Marc said...

Greg - rhyming 'tinkering' with 'stinky thing' is just... wow. Hats off, sir. Hats off.

:D