Come read some sharp word-play in a Renga by Jilly and me!
Qbit has taken up this challenge. I will update our ongoing collaboration through 10 couplets. If you are interested in joining in, stop by the original post for Playing Fetch with Knives and let me know! This is a part of the September Challenge of Casting Bricks; join us.
He didn’t stand a chance
She was as fetching as a boning knife
He would slice his fingers
On the cut of her dress
Exquisite sting
he considers the price
What is fair game
For a member of the criminal sex
She would welcome every pain
Lay the blame at his feet
Parting the sea of obstacles
Leaving his armor in the slipstream
Of unmanned missions
Impossible
To describe how charming she
found his melodrama in her 39th week
Her eyes spinning like daggers:
“Here’s looking at you, kid.”
You guys rocked it on this one!
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Love this one, you guys!
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Thanks!!
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