Windy Curls by Penelope Olive
Can do without windy days
never really liked seashores
neither island paradise
feel of year-round trade wind roars!
Born upon an island small
Next isle too a windy place
Though my inside curls fare well
open air blows hair ablaze!
So one day one has to go
And as my coif still remains
I seek out ways high and low
Avoid winds! and oh yes - rains!
Prompt: Today, your challenge is to take a page from
Catullus and Darwin, and write a poem in which you talk about disliking
something – particularly something utterly innocuous, like clover. Be over the
top! Be a bit silly and overdramatic.
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