Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a tradeoff poem. Could be an exchange, forfeit, or swap.
We could stand here an hour and bicker
Raising our protest loud
Exchanging brand-new one line insults
That would make the devil proud
We could dredge up past follies and failures
Perhaps even curse a bit
Or we could simply say, I’m sorry
And then ‘get on with it’
© Janet Martin
Now that's the spirit!
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