Monday, June 19, 2017

Monday Poetry

Thanks to not owning a phone, I took the red eye home from Ottawa Sunday morning and my body is zonked. Express your feelings about another poetry post, or about the new banner my cousin whipped up for me while her husband and I were watching Saturday's game, or about recent games, or about the continued ball-washing of the Yankees'/Judge, or about the upcoming games, in poetic form.

*Note - your poem can be freestyle. It doesn't have to rhyme. Have fun playing with sentence shapes.