Today’s prompt: Write a poem with the title “Blame the (blank)”. I did another skeltonic verse. I’ve discovered that there are basically two types of people in this world: those who avoid Black Friday at all costs, and those who can’t resist the sales, crowds and inclement weather notwithstanding. Count me in the latter group.
Blame the Sales
The name
of the game
is to put the blame
elsewhere, like the call
of the mall
and all
the hype, that made me shop
without stop
‘til I wanted to drop,
but I’ll be back again
tomorrow at ten
‘cause I’ve still got the yen!
