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…
Old Artemis Bilge fine purveyor of poodles
Loved them so much that he ate them with noodles
With fresh veg and soy sauce he scoffed oodles and oodles
and for pudding fresh strawberries and cream
He would slow roast a leg and eat it as a starter
With pickles and fennel and mustard or tartar
And sometimes on a sandwich with cheese and tomato
Licked his fingers, such tastes quite supreme
Late at night to his fridge he would head tummy rumbling
And with platters of neck, thigh and flank he’d head stumbling
Back to bed where he’d gorge ‘till his tummy stopped grumbling
Then to sleep and of poodles to dream

Oh no, not the poodles!! 🐩🐩🐩
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Finger licking good …
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ummm…. ewwww!
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No animals were harmed in the production of this poem 🙂
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I think I just lost my breakfast…
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uh huh, sure, tell that to the pink poodle
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oh yeah forgot him
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was a tad gross I realise 🙂
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Just a tad lol
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