Friday, 27 May 2011

Boomerang Generation



Busty girl leaves home and moves to a


Dusty room in someone else's house. It smells so


Fusty and made her sneeze, the


Musty atmosphere catches her breath.


Gusty winds made the windows rattle,


Rusty radiators that are only ever warm.


Frosty breath follows her like a bloom,


Crusty carpets crackle under foot, so she uses her


Trusty mobile and cries to her mum.


Busty girl goes home.




Dix



This was an exercise to create something from a page of the rhyming dictionary. Fun and interesting - poetry - not sure.



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