The exercise:
Write about: the spray.
This evening I went out and took care of all the weeds that were hassling our cabbage plants. Then I gave the plants an organic spray to help them fend off potential pests.
Felt rather productive, really.
I think we're getting close to being on top of the weeds again. The garden is looking much better than it did a week or so ago, at any rate.
Mine:
It clings to me
Like a bothersome ex,
Or the stench of
Instantly regretted sex.
I've yet to find
A soap powerful enough
To vanquish it,
Though I scrub till my skin sloughs.
Leave me alone!
I do not deserve this pain!
I shall never
Tease a stupid skunk again!