Prompt: Write a poem using at least three, or all of six provided words.The words are: button, gather, hold, not, sweep, toxic.
“She’s toxic!” Mike exclaimed, twisting the button on his sweater nervously.
“Not to me.” Joe replied dreamily and conversely.
Cold air started to sweep in with heavy gloom
Mike gathered his coat when evil began to loom
A shiver shook Joe when she entered the room
But he smiled, looking forward to the evidence of doom
Mike took hold of Joe and tried to push him away
It was too late, the spell already took him astray
Mike often thinks fondly of his best friend Joe
Won’t forget when she took him—covered in evil glow