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.
Burnt
Burnt.
A hint of smoke
wafting on gentle breeze.
Gum and wattle share a funeral pyre.
Summer.
My Apologies.
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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