Howdy one and all, and a good morning to you.
Today is a good day to be alive, and the soft sounds of the flute tune are echoing around my headphones as I write, here in the local coffee shop.
anyone up for silliness?
Add two lines to the poem and lets see what madness we can evoke from the muse.
She wore a paper dress, taped and carefully stapled on
and swore to wear it from this, to the coming rosy dawn
But, the tape stuck to her tummy, the staples scratched her waist
She knew not if she'd do it, this decision made in haste