Day 8 brings us this prompt.
Our prompt for the day (optional as always) asks you to peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.
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I don’t know anything about Sylvia Plath, I just went to the twitter bot account. This snippet caught my attention – maybe because I am a grandmother! I wonder if I can make this a terrible poem too.
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Disguise
Grandmothers are old
Disguised mothers of youngsters
Not able to crawl
~RuthScribbles
Disguise2
The gaggle of women
Standing over there
Oohing and ahhing
Clapping their hands
Watching the children
Under their care
Not able to gracefully bend
Or lift them up
They can’t get down or up
But groaning as knees bend
And backs cramp
They are really she gramps
~RuthScribbles
I had to try to be funny today.
well done!
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😉thx
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🙂
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The joys of being a grandmother.. 😉
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Yes! 🤪
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