It is time once again for Chelsea Ann Owens’ Weekly Terrible Writing Contest. This week’s prompt is the word fifty, and the entire
mess poem must be exactly 50 words.
Now I’m gonna
write a poem
in exactly 50 words.
I cannot think of anything.
Hey look! Outside there’s birds!
What’s that falling from their butts?
Could it be airborne turds?
And there’s a squirrel eating nuts;
he’s grateful they aren’t curds.
Such is life in my backyard
in fifty words.