This strange little poem is linked to week 114 of Saturday Centus. The prompt is in bold! To read other offerings, just click here.
He said, "I'm sick! I'm going to bed."
She said, "Is it your stomach? Is it your head?"
He said, "I'm planning not to die."
She said, "Oh sigh! That makes me cry."
He said, "Oh geez! Compassion please!"
She said, "I'm waiting! We'll just see!"
He said, "Thank you, for not being mad!"
She said, "You're a cheater! It makes me sad!"
He said, "Thank you for forgiving me!"
She said, "I didn't! I poisoned your tea!"
The Theater of Crows.
15 hours ago