There once was a Maltese named Indy, Prancing about, oh so trendy. His tongue sticking out, As he'd scamper about, Spreading joy that's simply unending!
This poem was written with assistance from ChatGPT. 🤣
There once was a Maltese named Indy, Prancing about, oh so trendy. His tongue sticking out, As he'd scamper about, Spreading joy that's simply unending!
This poem was written with assistance from ChatGPT. 🤣
This is today’s #Bloganuary entry. This poem was originally published here.
Today’s art comes from a request to Dall•E to make something to go with the poem.
winter rain making the night sky dark and stormy, like a troubled mind
Today’s #Bloganuary prompt: Write a short story or poem about rain.
Tucked away in a dark corner,
Multitudes Of mysteries
awaiting discovery inside.
In your depths
there are riches hidden
Cast off and forgotten by others.
The perfumes waft upon a breeze,
Scents of coffee, bark, and meat,
Maddening my senses and compelling action.
Oh, trash can,
Open to my desires, spill your earthly treasures,
My Name is Roxy, and I am Dog.