By the way, these poems are supposed to be terrible. I’m learning how to write poetry and struggle with good and bad.
Click this link to see Chelsea Owens prompt.
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‘Twas the night before Christmas
When all thru the city
The Santa’s were out
Delivering things, what a pity
A pity it is, because
No one is sure
If Santa is Santa
Or a cur in a fur
A fur made from cats
Why cats?
Cats are fat
But they bite the tails
The tales of curs
And history reveals
That this data is concealed
To keep folks from squealing
And then there was a noise
A noise – no, a growl?
a growl and a howl
A howl and a poke
and then he awoke
@Ruth
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Awesomely terrible, Ruth. Thanks for the chuckle. 🙂
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Thanks 😂
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Winner, winner, Christmas dinner! Thanks for playing, Ruth. Don’t you feel proud? 😀
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Oh wow. And what’s crazy is folks liked it!! Ha ha ha
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