You turn to dust as you read the page,
Yellowed and torn from the years it spent
Stuffed in the cracks of the couch. Still it keeps
Murmuring, "This is the day you will
Die at the hands of a carpet man."
- Write a poem using a specific meter. I used dactylic trimeter (read it like a waltz, you'll hear it. DUM-da-da, DUM-da-da...). This is pretty much a nonsense poem. Think of it like "Trio for Two Cats and a Trombone" by Dame Edith Sitwell. -
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