I wrote a second poem for the Death prompt from a couple days ago and promised a little message that I hope you are all as excited about as I am.
This is the prologue for a verse novel I planned to write called Esper.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat hates his fiddle, the cow won't jump over the moon. The little dog cried, to see such despair, and the dish just tripped over the spoon.
Perversions part 1.
I wrote a second poem for the Death prompt from a couple days ago and promised a little message that I hope you are all as excited about as I am.
This is the prologue for a verse novel I planned to write called Esper.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat hates his fiddle, the cow won't jump over the moon. The little dog cried, to see such despair, and the dish just tripped over the spoon.
Perversions part 1.