#8.1 - The Messy Ploughman (N+3)


This poem is from The Poetry School's prompt of the day: Use the N+3 rule to rewrite a poem. I used this site to generate my N+3 poem. I'll be writing another day 8 poem since this one is mostly for fun.

Perhaps Not All Is Over 


Empty slough screens messy ploughman 

Silent mouthwash from angered zap 
Broken heartbreak, from the start - 
Get too close, you lose. 
No use, not for us.

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