Challenge
Everyone has a deep, dark secret (or ten). Write about (one of) yours in any poetic style. You can be as specific (or as vague) as you want. Please tag me.
I Ate Your Cheese
Listen,
I ate your cheese.
I’m sorry!
(Sort of)
But you left it
in the fridge.
And it was getting moldy.
Or maybe not.
It’s hard to tell
with blue cheese.
Anyway,
I’m not proud of it
okay?
But it called to me
in it’s little cheesy voice.
It said,
“eat me, I’m delicious”.
And you know what?
It was!
Can I still crash on your couch?
Your cat likes me…
24
1
18