Single Syllable Challenge
How does one write such a thing, when the very thought takes three words, with at least two syllables each?
Crap! I already blew it!
There are no apt words for syl la bles!
Do over!
Oh well, it still sounds like a fun thing to try.
I’m good for a dare of this type. I have a bit of time to blow, so here goes.
See Spot.
See Spot run.
See Spot run at Ralph.
Run, Ralph run!
Spot bites!
See Spot bite Ralph.
Bad Spot!
See Ralph faint.
See Ralph fall on Spot.
Splat Spot, Splat.
Spot is now a spot on the ground.
A bit to plain? Fine.
She was bound to his soul
Her heart wrapped in his core
Her need for him fraught with want
She sought his warmth
But found just cold hands and thoughts
She knew she must find a way to let go
But we do not run love.
Love runs us.
Meh....
See spot run.