Opened my mouth and chattered on.
My ear kept hearing an
My stomach churned
Stream of consciousness lets do it quick.
My fingers rattle across the page dropping thoughts like an Ancient sage.
Writing a poem instead of an article. Takes time and thought and ink from an Octopus testicle. To finish this rhyme was FANTASTIMAGORICAL.
Here to join in.Press
Okay it was fun and whimsy and I got slightly stuck on the last line but it worked with the prompt … didn’t it?