[W]rite a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.
They left the seat up
and the toothpaste cap loose
this much milk left in the carton
—and drank the last of the orange juice
The toilet paper roll is empty
they forgot to lock the front door
There are rainbow stains on the carpet
and piles of glitter on the floor
The unicorns invaded my house last night
leaving a swath of chaos in their wake
(16 April 2014)
Reblogged this on Rooktopia and commented:
I really enjoyed this poem. The first few lines kept you in the dark as to what was really going on… and the denouement made me chuckle.
Haha brilliant. Really enjoyed this piece.
Thanks! Moving the first two lines to the end made all the difference.