7x7x7x7 writing prompt for Write Tribe
This is my silly poem based on the 7x7x7x7 writing prompt from the Write Tribe.
Here is the first line which is the seventh sentence from the seventh page of a children’s book called “100 Classic Stories.” It was a porridge pot but I can’t help picturing some nondescript hairy beast with hooves and a mind of its own.
Then, one day, it trotted straight out the door
It left muddy hoofprints all over the floor,
I chased it but never did catch the beast
Last I heard it had headed East,
Once again it had broken free,
I decided I would just let it be
And wait for it to return to me.