The exercise:
Write about: pollution.
Max slept through most of the night last night. I felt so ridiculously amazing when I woke up this morning. Another week's worth of that and I might feel human again!
The front porch has been demolished, but not yet replaced. I guess we'll be using the side door for the next little while.
Mine:
His entry to a room
Is oft met with despair,
For his nonstop blather
Will surely taint the air.
He sends my guests fleeing
With opinions most dull;
His round face inspires
Dreams of hammer to skull.
But I can do nothing
To stave off this brain loss;
I suffer in silence,
For this fool is my boss.