This will be a short one tonight, as I’m working on some other collaborations.
Initially, I was going to run away crying like a scared little girl from today’s NaPoWriMo prompt because it looked like algebra had mated with poetry in an unholy twisted union to form what is known as a ‘cinquain’.
(No, not five sink chains, you uncouth yobbo!…….seriously though, that’s what I thought it was originally)
I apologise if I’ve screwed this up, as I’ve never attempted this before (feel free to correct me) but here we go!
A Whisper Becomes A Roar
Until I hear…angry chainsaw?
I love my job.