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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