“The Most Beastly Excuse” – An Improvised Poem

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For today’s improv experiment, I am grabbing twelve random words from https://www.randomlists.com/random-words and I will then write a poem using the words in order, one per line. Wish me luck…

The beauty’s eyes were nearest a copper shade
My presence in her house I tried to explain
Is an ill-fated tale of fleeing a creature
Who or’turned my truck, with no righting-feature

To her path, I ran a neat, tidy trail
Lest the horror behind me unite with my tail
From her tree, at the front, I broke off a sharp limb
I educated the fiend with a stab to its brim

Her belief in my story was obviously tenuous
Till the hum of the beast made her shift right to tremulous
My next move, decisive, was to or’take her rifle
And the creature fell dead without notice or trifle


 Photo by Elti Meshau on Unsplash

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