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 whimsical nonsense I can whip up in ten minutes…
They crawled up his leg and then into his bottom
And there they did live in his innards quite rotten
For long was he dead in a battle forgotten
And now he’d returned for revenge
With such ants in his pants and a six rats in his bowels
He would walk through the night and quite hungry he howls
And a brain full of worms in control of his vowels
He would mumble for b-b–b-brains
He would seek little kids quite delicious and plump
With an eye full of spiders and a rather bug lump
On his face from the wasps than would sure make you jump
When they flew from his mouth like a storm
And his fingers quite rotten and tongue chewed away
Beetles covered his flesh and he strode night and day
To find children to eat who’d perhaps lost their way
and to hell drag their sweet little souls
Yikes. Sometimes, Michael, I wonder about you.
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Ill take that very much as a compliment sir 🙂
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As well you should.
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