I know I have a big mouth, but apparently I tried to fit too many words in it this time. Sorry. Normally I’d have a piece of flash fiction for you right now (and I have started it), but instead, here’s the beginning of a nonsense sonnet I’m in the process of writing.
The King begged the peasant, “Please sir won’t you
Deign to grace my table with thy good name?”
“I could not,” he replied, “give credence to
Your reign. I think not, if it’s all the same.”
I’ll have more for you on Friday. Really.