when I read poetry,
my eyes begin to twinkle;
when I read stories,
I feel like saying bingle;
how do I feel now?
Not as bad as a mad cow,
I’m ready to try,
no matter how muses fly,
let’s write to achieve tonight.
A Choka
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Bingle…with or without the inflection? 😉
Stopped by from Purple Treehouse prompt hop
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a fun read, well done.
A choka with humor…cute!
LOL! nicely done! I tried this form too 🙂 smiles, Terri
yes, I did try tonight,
glad to see yours.
🙂
I sometimes feel like saying bingle.