Ah…2320 and I
have to get a post in before midnight. What to do? I know! I’ll check today’s
poem prompt over at NaPoWriMo.
The prompt:
Write a poem in the form of a personal ad! (The exclamation point came with the
prompt, although I might well have added my own). Oh, and it says we can invent everything.
Okay.
Here we go.
Want. Add.
Asthmatic argumentive
asshole seeks amalgamation
around awfully ambivalent amateur.
Beribboned
behemoth seeks borborygmic battleaxe
basically
because biorhythms beget boredom.
Cloistered
crabby cretin seeks crepuscularcadaver.
Delightfully
drab debutante seeks daily dalliance.
Ecstatic eater
eagerly seeks effectively effable éclair.
Foggy fogy seeks
frightfully fulsome fairy for friendship.
Gallant Gallic
gardiner seeks ganja gameplan.
Hovering
horrible hound seeks habitually hairy hackles. Huh?
Iconic
ichthyologist seeks idyllically indifferent idol.
Jocular jealous jazzman
seeks jobless jockstrapped jockey.
Koan-cracking koala seeks kangaroo for kibitzing and karaoke.
Luscious liberal lady seeks licentiously lively liaison in a labyrinth.
Mild mechanical marksman seeks medium to meetup for mediocre memento mori mumblings.
...
Luscious liberal lady seeks licentiously lively liaison in a labyrinth.
Mild mechanical marksman seeks medium to meetup for mediocre memento mori mumblings.
...
Probably not to be continued, but that's as far as I got with the witching hour looming.
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