So yes, poor reader, I am going to inflict bad poetry on you. The rules are that it must fit on a post it note and ability and skill are optional.
Unfortunately I have no post-its at my disposal so you’ll just have to imagine my underdeveloped handwriting on paper and make do with the pixels.
So here’s my first, get your rotten tomatoes ready.
A hint of smoke
wafting on gentle breeze.
Gum and wattle share a funeral pyre.
FYI – Time taken to construct 5 minutes arranging words, 10 minutes thinking about them while hanging the first load of washing.
EDIT: Post it and penwork provided by Jodi Cleghorn
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