Hello Dear Readers! It’s time for the weekly Trifecta Challenge and this week we are being prompted by the third definition of word: anticipation:
On The Internal Organ Fortitude of Writing
In anticipation of participation concerning this week’s Trifecta dissertation
I thought it wise to compromise with this small negotiation:
Certain words I will not use
Like “whatever” and “ginormous”
Those words I think we all abuse
In word salad’s bord of Smorgas
And then there’s times when nothing rhymes
And spelling’s out the door
We feel just like we might become
Vice President Al Gore!
When all seems lost and at any cost
We cannot buy a vowel
We think our wrists to slit, we will!
But we only have a trowel . . .
Well that is life
And we struggle through
Its ups and then it’s downs
Even though it makes us feel like awkward nauseous clowns
And so I beg you writers all
Not to tremble nor to quiver
For to live life as twas meant to be
You have to be a live-r.
Until next time . . . I love you