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…
Sniffles and snuffles
fat pigs that love truffles
And turnips and carrots and swedes
They’ll eat slops and scoff bread
Cabbage both green and red
And leftovers and all that you leave
They think wow what a life
With this farmer and wife
As they roll in the mud oh such bliss
Every day they grow fat
What is better that that
They insist what a great life is this
Then one day Truffles aint there
Snuffles, nose in the air
Does despair but’s distracted as hell
For aroma divine
Cooking flesh of the swine
Snuffles slavers oh my what a smell…
Awww poor piggy. 🐷 Oh but all that bacon! 🥓
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facepalms! pink poodles and now Truffles! Oh no!
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But they’re just so delicious looking….
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Mmmmmm bacon goodness 🙂
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Yikes – poor Truffles and Snuffles knows his fate is as soon as next Sunday’s dinner. Very cute poem!
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Tasty indeed lol
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nothing better 😉
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Poor Snuffles is all alone now. Nice poem.
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He went to.a good cause 🙂 sandwiches.
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BLTs no doubt.
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Ooh yes please
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