M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
Let us see what I can do in ten minutes…
Fidgety Fiona
Was a groaner
And a moaner
And the sort of girl your mother wouldn’t like
She would tease
And she would please
And she would have you on your knees
And then maybe she would ride you like a bike
She was never sated
Though many men she dated
While some others sat and waited
Hoping maybe soon it might just be their turn
But soon it went awry
And Fiona she did die
And the men all wondered why
And soon they were a ghastly truth to learn
For it seems Fiona sweet
The dark darling of the street
In the air often her feet
On the corner her wares eagerly parades
And the men she satisfied
Very soon withered and died
And their wives gnashed teeth and cried
For Fiona gave them syphilis and aids

*snort*
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You’ve still got it…
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Poor Fiona
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Lol cheers,mate
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