Get Out

It was the right time to leave.
The poison allowed no reprieve.
The cockroaches fled
From under the bed.
"Good riddance!" yelled Linda and Steve.



Writing Prompts:
(1) Must begin with "It was the right time to leave"
(2) Narrator's point of view: the monster under the bed
Poets: Write a poem using the opening line somewhere in the poem

Comments

  1. Oh, fun! I love your take on what a monster under the bed might be! haha Myself, and so many of the other entrants this week, seemed to go straight to the idea of an otherworldly monster, but this is unique! Short and sweet but with a strong feeling of action. Love it!

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  3. A quick limerick for the win! Yay for Linda and Steve!

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