Here's what she threw out at us for her very first PROMPTuesday prompt:
Write a nonsense poem. Make up words. Create silly sentences. Whatever. Just make it all a bunch of make believe and not making sense-it-ness.I gave it a try, and my own efforts yielded a limerick. Must be the Irish in me.
I am old and my bones are all rickety.
I move slow and my joints go “crick-crickety”.
But when in my car,
I drive fast and far,
And hope the police don’t feel tickety.
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