Today three strange cars pulled up out front.
One was white, one was green, one a colour in between.
We scratched our heads, we gave a shrug,
because we had no clue what this could mean.
Perhaps their intent was simply to admire the view bucolicus
of our newest creation botanicus.
Spiky grasses, delicate daisies, a blossoming shrub or three.
Look, not even that sap sucking gum tree can stop ’em deadius!
[It gets worse.]
But maybe the onlookers’ intent was far more nefarious.
Salacious desires for substances slightly more licentious.
Or perhaps they were merely lost all three,
but we really find that very hard to believe.
Or just maybe they were salivating over our male buxus.
Told all their sketchy friends to come check it outus.
So maybe we ought to charge a fee to prevent a stampede?
Kid-free, adults a buck, carpooling receives a discount-ious. 😉
Oh my, oh my. That is truly awful. It didn’t exactly go where I expected it to go. The NaPoWriMo optional prompt today was to write a poem in the form of a “glosa”, utilising a quatrain from another poem of our choosing. Since I am a complete newbie to the formal aspects of poetry and poetic forms (not to mention proper English), I didn’t even know what a quatrain was, so I thought I would try to write one of those, ie. a quatrain, instead. I fear I got slightly distracted in the process. As you do.