My friend, Bob, has posted a fifty-word marvel.
With a deft flick of his crisp wit, he has lassoed a universe.
I cherish the accolades he garners as if they were my own.
After all, did I not urge him to submit?
Bloody Bob. I curse the day we met.
Joanna Norland is grateful to Clive James for his deliciously unapologetic poem, “The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered.” It gave her the courage to acknowledge the absurdity of her own paradoxical predicament.
Just counted and you have just posted fifty-one words gist about your friend John.
I couldn’t help but noticing that some of us are those kinds that escape with oversights demeanors.
Laissez-faire living I believe suits those French guys the best, but I can see I am the one shackling myself unnecessarily.
Hyphenated words count as one.
Brilliant. Love this!
thank you!
Love it, Joanna. :)
thank you!