Day Twenty Eight
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write a poem
that tells a story backwards, therefore, the first line
should
say what happened last.
Here’s mine:
SHE HATED
Finally she pulled the trigger and walked away
She hated them all with a vengeance
The alley cats that rooted through trash cans like bin
dogs
The fat cats that came over her neighbour’s wall
The wild cats in the shed at the bottom of her garden
Anything to do with cats she hated
But only because they made a lot of noise
Of course she hated children more than adults
In reality Betty was the archetypal curtain twitcher
To protect the innocent or so she said
On her home computer she would change all the names
She would type it up from the shorthand later
Everything went into her reporter’s notebook
She had to write everything down
She couldn’t help herself
She wrote things on a postcard sometimes
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You should be able to read this piece from the bottom line to the top, if you know what I mean!
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