Nov 2018
“Sir,” I ask, and raise my hand,
“Does it need to rhyme?” I chew on
My pencil with the other one.
“Oh no,” he says, “And thank
Goodness for that, else dialogue
Would be a nightmare.”
“Does it need to rhyme?” I chew on
My pencil with the other one.
“Oh no,” he says, “And thank
Goodness for that, else dialogue
Would be a nightmare.”
© Lewis Hyden 2019
(18/M/London, UK)
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