But I thought I'd try it this week. I don't really have a decent short story written yet, so here's my substitute: a poem lamenting how much I don't like writing poetry! Whoo!
"I'm not having a very good time,
I am sad because of this rhyme.
I'm not good at this.
I almost think that it's a crime.
My belief on this is adamant:
This horrid debacle makes me lament.
This awful exercise
Is when my spirit dies
And hardens slowly into cement."