My Life According to that Pen Over There
"And what is that?" I asked her
Pointing to the busy scrawls
Across neat lines of paper
Among many crumpled balls
She frowned before she answered me
at a misplaced strand of hair,
and then she said, "This is my life
according to that pen over there."
The End
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Current ScoreGnashville: 120 points (for writing "Help! I'm Being Eaten By a Rodeo Gal In A Dervish")
How challenging. Write a poem with the title decided by the author of the post before. It's quite absurd.
*I encourage you to leave a COMMENT for the poet before you (or on any poem you like). This is an exercise in both poetry and in community! Please help us build on each other.
Have fun! Try to read others' work! Be fair, play nice, be appropriate (I don't want to mark this mature). You're big kids; you know what 'appropriate' means.
Thanks, Eryl
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