The Octowrimo prompt today
leaves me shivering with cold:
a poem of love between
a toothbrush and a bicycle tyre
the most bizarre we’ve ever seen.
So I’ll give it best
and take a rest.
Maybe Monday will be better.
I’ve written too much poetry lately, two thirds of the way through Octpowrimo. But being a determined type, I will see it through to the bitter end.