Howard had a plan
It was a giant undertaking
He picked and chose his pills
For the man they would be making
He made his presentation
But it was met with a stony stare
The room became unbearable; the silence, hang in the air
He began to peddle backwards as the sweat formed on his brow
Within an inch he saved his job, but for a moment he thought “Wow”.
The month of April is National Poetry Month and so with that in mind, I am going to attempt to make all my Wednesday offering poems. Key word: attempt.
How did I do?