He twitters
He tweets
He flits from tree to tree
Look at him
That silly little guy
Tweet twitter tweet
That silly little bird
Is a silly little guy
Dont tell him
“Be Quiet!”
Or you will make him
Tweet Twitter Tweet
He twitters
He tweets
Stolen words and stolen deeds
Tweet, twitter, tweet, retweet
If he tweets from your tree
If tweets from your porch
Here’s what you can do:
Hang up your phone
Open your door
And feed him to your cat.
Tweet.
Twitter.
Tweet.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt
He wants take his skin
He wants to be in his skin
The frustrated little guy
Wants out of his own thin skin
Is my skin safe, is yours is hers?
He wants out of his skin
He needs to be rid of his skin
The frustrated little guy
Trolls for skin
in his car
on foot
by tweet and by book by hook and by crook
How will he take the skins,
how will he steal those skins,
how will he wear those skins
once they are his?
Will they smell? Will they talk? Will they scream
against his own bones?
He really doesn’t care because
He wants take his skin
He wants to be in his skin
The frustrated little guy
Wants out of his own thin skin
Will he remember once he wears those skins
that he
trolled for those skins
in his car
and on foot
by tweet and by book by hook and by crook
Will he be able to forget
will he be able to make us forget
The frustrated little guy who
cut away, who tore away
with desperate his own desperate hands
his own thin skin.
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
A dirty little guy
built a dirty little house
of mud and bile and hay
and when the dirty little guy
finished his dirty little house he cried out to his friends,
” Let’s Play!”
The dirty little guy and his dirty little friends
ran straight into the dirty house made of
mud and bile and hay.
They slammed the dirty door behind them
they jumped up and down
they could not stop yelling,
” Hooray!”
The dirty little guy and his dirty little friends
wished with all of their dirty might
that
they could stay in the dirty little house
forever and a night.
Well.
What do you know?
They got their dirty little wish
the blazing bright Sun had baked them inside!
They are trapped in there now
and will never be free
from
the dirty little guy’s house
made of mud and bile and hay.
