The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the incursion.
I feel like things might be coming to a head in my yearlong poem...
Mine:
Buddy had hurled twenty Molotov cocktails
Over the hideout's ramparts
Before blowing apart the gates and rolling
In to deal with its upstarts
3 comments:
Things coming to a head now is a good thing! That gives you time enough to explain it all, and then to have an epilogue :) I'm hoping not to get too bogged down in details since we've really only got about 12 verses left till Christmas, so I've deliberately skipped any mention of sailing to the City or we'll arrive just in time to find the robot won.
I love that the hideout has ramparts. That's a very evil-genius kind of thing to do!
Incursion
And while the Robot storms the walls the Sai-
-lor polishes his sword. He’s fought just pi-
-rates in the past, incursions of a sal-
-ty kind and never lost a single bout.
Water shook in the glasses at the table,
Rumbling could be heard around the corner.
Everyone stopped to stare in awe
As the puppy army invaded the square.
Greg - well, I'm trying to time things right. We'll see how it goes.
For both of us!
Ooh, I like this entry a lot. Even having fallen behind and not read any of your poem for a while, this brings me right back into the thick of it.
Ivy - aw man, I want that kind of invasion for sure.
Then again, I'd probably end up wanting to take half of them home with me, so perhaps it's for the best that I don't get that at all...
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