The first poem of 2024 was due today. I had written three limericks on the prompt "the end." I had a hard time deciding which to submit. I finally submitted the first two below.
BIRTH OF A SHORT STORY
A lonely
young writer from Creekbend
Wrote
himself up a best friend.
Oh the fun
that they had
‘Til one day
he got mad
Killed his
pal with a scribbled “The End.”
A lonely
young novelist from Creekbend
Wrote
himself up a best friend.
But when the
writer felt scorned,
A short
story was born
As he
angrily scribbled “The End.”
A lonely
young novelist from Creekbend
Wrote
himself up a best friend.
But on the
tenth page
He exploded
in rage,
Killed his
pal with a violent “The End.”
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