Saturday June 8th, 2019

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: the hideout.

Mine:

While Buddy Jr. and its brother Bucky
Disposed of the two bodies,
The Master packed his bags and planned his route to
His hideout in the Rockies

2 comments:

Unknown said...

"Tha Master"? Is there something a bit more gangsta creeping into this poem now, or was it just late and a typo? Either works for me as it happens, as the Master definitely feels like he could be quite gangsta. But now we have three robots: Bucky, Buddy Jr, and Buddy and I'm a little bit concerned that the Master might not have thought this all the way through. Still, we're only halfway through the year, so there's plenty of time for me to be proven wrong.

And to start worrying that I haven't got enough time to finish my poem....

The hideout
This was a hideout once conclude the men,
And search the cave for other treasures. None
Are found they think; the Sailor finds a map
Which he peruses at his leisure. Fear

Marc said...

Greg - erm, yeah... oops. Thanks for catching that one.

I think that both The Master and I have not thought things all the way through. I suspect you might be in that category as well :P

No matter, though. It shall be an enjoyable ride to the end, one way or another. And a discovery of a map is always a source of intrigue!