The prompt for day 18 is one of my favorites… “write a bad poem,” (not a huge stretch)
Roses are red
Violets are blue
This poem stinks
And so do… well, it really stinks…let’s just leave it at that.
19: Today’s challenge is to get back to our rhyming roots…
I seem to like limericks best… go figure… hee!
I once had a table of wood
It could sit twelve folks pretty good
I would dump all my stuff
There was never enough
room to have lunch as we should