A 'Drabble' Gratified, Elna examined the dilapidated old church with an artist's eye as she approached. How odd that all the other renovators had refused to take this project - it was a dream! The wood panels had been drab even in their heyday, she observed, inspecting the crumbling exterior. Entering the nave, she scanned… Continue reading Entering the nave
A Limerick Twerk hard though she tried, none would grab it. Frustrated, she'd often mutter, "Dagnabbit!" Deemed poorly suited for the Church, Whenever she danced, she would lurch - Cuz she simply couldn't get out of that habit. Limericks? For some reason, I've noticed that limericks receive some particularly touchy comments from poets here on… Continue reading Bad habit, or: Assimilation
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