Well now. I'd forgotten how bent out of shape I can get trying to write poetry "on command". Why, why do I do this to myself?
Today's prompt does allow for a bit of silly, though, so I should be able to come up with something. We are to write a charm, " a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe-slash-nursery rhyme."
So here goes. Given my recent experience while sneaking into the ocean for a pee, I have a charm that is dedicated to the shy, gentle (unless accidentally stepped on) stingray. Here we go:
How to Take the Sting out of a Stingray
Take two small steps and in you go
(ocean so much better than snow)
put your feet down with command
let the waves wash over your hands
visualize a sandy floor
where sleepy stingrays hide no more
so screams you'll never have to muffle
when you do the stingray shuffle
|This one's dead, FYI|
|The business end of the stinger|
|About that big|