February Poem 11/28
funhaus
spinning platforms, dizzy and dazed
warped out mirrors, mind's a haze
too late to leave, she forked over her tickets
just have to push on until the final wicket
up a ladder
down a chute
fresh out of the funhouse walks a girl with stars in her eyes
if you shoot them out completely the attendant will give you a prize
when you lock on target; short dahl bursts are the surefire way to go
extravagance won't get you points; but most won't mind the show
Oblique Strategy of the day: Use fewer notes