As you can see, I've actually failed to post earlier than Joy for the past three days - due to a mixture of procrastination and underestimation of Joy. So here is my given challenge:
"Brigitte's challenge is to write an award-worthy poem containing the words: anonymouse, blog, joy, afro, dinosaur and ukelele."
Here I go, I have a feeling that Joy chose this as I mentioned that I'm hopeless at poetry. So here goes nothing, a sonnet for old time's sake.
For Joy, and meagre readers of this blog,
A simple poem, for I cannot write.
For I have only started, the prologue,
So to start, this challenge in all delight.
So to speak, of a certain rodent friend
Who I have yet to acquaint with the most.
Like Voldemort, whose body must he depend?
Poor Anonymouse, dreaded year eight ghost.
To fulfill this challenge, I must digress,
When I used to play the ukelele
To acquire an afro, this headdress,
It got quite itchy, a tad too bushy.
A dinosaur could write better than this,
But ignorance, is ignorance's bliss.
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