I felt a strange thrill
Walking the cemetery chill
Suddenly felt ill
As if I could kill
But must have been that pill
I’m losing my will
Need some water to swill
Hear a scream shrill
My bravery nil
Will hide until
Hearing a sweeter trill
My nerves wild and spill
From seeing a shill
With a metal spiked frill
I’ll hide down in the rille
Then escape in the hills
Won’t repeat this drill
I’ve had my fill.
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The Unicorn Challenge-13/09/24
Open Link Night #369 – Live Edition
The Bag Lady 
You set a breathless pace there, creating a sense of urgency and fear.
Clever piece.
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Thank you!
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That was quite something, finding all these rhymes and creating a poem-story from them, Rugby.
And I learned a new word: shill – thanks for that.
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Always fun, thanks!
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