Hidden

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All over the field of foxgloves,

clover grew intertwined as lace.

A twosome lay on their blanket,

having a polo velveteen embrace.

It was sweet as a tupelo venue,

until a shrill piccolo vexed their ears.

They gathered their things and ran,

until the high-pitched sound cleared.

She sat down with her gigolo vegan,

they noshed on their tangelo venom. 

Soon he had her halo veins pulsing,

there on his blanket made of denim.

 

 

I found this prompt online and had to give it a try. 🙂

 

Writing Prompts by Kelli Russell Agodon – www.agodon.com

24. Write a poem that has the word “love” hidden in it somewhere.

You cannot use the word “love” by itself, it must be hidden

(such as in the word “glove” or in two words like “halo venom”).

 

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