I had visions of attempting a longer poem in iambic pentameter but a migraine has prevented me from being able to think well enough to fashion it today.
So I offer you A prayer to the god of ruined weekends in cinquain(sort of) form:
A prayer to the god of ruined weekends
Ill-luck
god, the curs’ed
patron of ruined weekends.
I offer in humble sacrifice my
migraine to
your end.
Did you enjoy this post? Would you like to read more? You can subscribe to the blog through a reader,by Email or Follow me on twitter.
