In honor of my friend Genny, who is extremely clever about her use of form, I decided to attempt a Mad Libs poem… as somebody who almost never uses any kind of poetic form. You know, like a masochist. It’s definitely not complete, but it went better than I thought it would so this one might make a reappearance somewhere down the line. (Also, apologies for the formatting—if there is an insert table option, I could not find it.)
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CWs for today: none
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day 3
Just inside my [adjective] mouth, where the [adjective] sounds [verb], I find you dreaming of a [noun]. You try to introduce yourself, and only a [noun] comes out—oh, I think. We [verb] in the same way, in the same [adjective] woods. Walking with you, I forget that I’m holding a [noun] tightly to me—what you’d [verb], if I swallowed it to give to you.
Adjectives
empty
gentle
crooked
bitter
safe
hungry
shadowed
Nouns
sapling
riot
pearl
friend
story
monster
museum
Verbs
flutter
struggle
burn
flee
embrace
sing
lie