I feel like these prompts are either coming from a children's story book, or that you've started writing one in between editing poems :) I have no gaps in my teeth anymore. It's a bit odd, my tongue keeps checking to see if these new obstructions are still there :-D
The unlucky pirate He snitch'd on his mates Who stole his hot tourtiere. Unlucky pie-rat.
----- He buried his gold On Vesuvius' slopes Just before Pompeii....
[Middle line of the second isn't a syllable short, but the apostrophe kind of hides the possessive ess that gets pronounced anyway (at least in British English)]
I feel like these prompts are either coming from a children's story book, or that you've started writing one in between editing poems :)
ReplyDeleteI have no gaps in my teeth anymore. It's a bit odd, my tongue keeps checking to see if these new obstructions are still there :-D
The unlucky pirate
He snitch'd on his mates
Who stole his hot tourtiere.
Unlucky pie-rat.
-----
He buried his gold
On Vesuvius' slopes
Just before Pompeii....
[Middle line of the second isn't a syllable short, but the apostrophe kind of hides the possessive ess that gets pronounced anyway (at least in British English)]
Greg - this one was just an odd phrase that popped into my head. And yes, I could imagine that'll take some getting used to!
ReplyDeleteHeh, that would be an unfortunate choice of location for burying one's loot... what temperature does gold melt at anyway?