Bullfighting
Ah, to write something exciting:
full of suspense and nail-biting,
narrow escapes while bullfighting…
The reader and I are gonna
run with the bulls in Pamplona,
sip on an ice-cold Corona;
the allure is so inviting.
Travel across the Atlantic -
it certainly sounds romantic,
but the first draft sounds pedantic:
a lie to say I’m delighting…
Then, with a thought not yet complete,
overwhelmed by utter defeat,
I hop a ride on the delete:
bull, yes, but mostly rewriting…
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A Zehel: aaa bbba ccca ddda with 8 syllable lines
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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