Excitement is a tingle up the arms. A swirl of the gut. Weakness of the knees. Anticipation grows the body's tenderness. Squirming for an extended period of time. A nervous giggle spluttering out at random times. Sometimes waiting for what you want is better than getting it.
See my hat, You'd never guess where I got that, You better have sat, Quiet like a cat, As I lay it out flat, Because we need to chat, About my bargain stat, Where I also bought a mat. Don't hit me with a bat, And find me a little brat, As I buzz like [...]
Eyes burning, No mention of sun, Overtired in morning, Not much fun. Staying up late, And over doing things, Was a choice in haste, Now when birds sings.
It’s a haiku!
This one seems like the beginning of a children’s book. I think I’ll add to this story throughout the year.
The room would be dark without it. It flickers with a warm ambiance in a tiny jar. The sandalwood aroma changes moods and creates smiles. It calls out for a good book, sweet tea and a lounge to rest by.
It's a freakin limerick.
LOL I was too busy today and phoned it in.
Hay fever (#12 of 365 Creative Writing Challenge)