Week+9

=Okay, we'll call this Week 9. Shh.... don't tell anyone the difference. For this week, write a poem following this format: "Participle adverb verb adjective verb proper noun. But(t) (word of your choice) facial feature, liquid (word of your choice) adjective. Big number." Go!=

__Ode to Lincoln__ Flying merrily, run beautiful, run. Lincoln, but your nose water is over 9000. by Ellyn "This is actually the most romantic poem I've ever written" Touchette

__Cleave__

Slipping sickly is red, hides Death. But the lazy tongue’s saliva dribbles the lost five thousand.

-Lincoln "Smokestack and a Rusty Shack" Gray

"Black Tuesday"

Withdrawing slowly. Sleep. Neutral retires Timothy. But disowning sneers, Blood becomes toxic 10,291,929 Jason "Toaster" Meuse