Open Field poetry pocalypse 18
Frolicking is what I prefer
To do in a field, sir.
Such violent temperaments
Had by the denizens.
I blame video games.
There's no usefulness
Out here
To shooting anything
'cept a deer.
This
Would make a terrible bris.
So sing.
I blame video games.
I love your poetic style. Its fun and jovial, with a hint of je ne sais quoi.
Me neither!