Hand in my pocket,
Looking to steal my spare change.
I’ve left a surprise,
Cold, moist, just a hint of slime.
“A used handkerchief, you swine!”
Written for Chel Owen’s Terrible Poetry Contest at chelowens.com
Date: 2022-03-05 | Form: Tanka | Prompt: What’s might you find in your pocket?
Photo Credit: Unknown.
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😀 Just sounds like just desserts!
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A reap what you sew kinda situation!
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