I support my library. They have a monthly writers group. You can choose whether or not to do the set writing task/challenge.
The last one was: from the list of three-word titles taken from books in the library, choose one. In my poem below, the titles are in italics. I chose to use them all. It was fun.
In The Year 2025
Went to swimming today with school,
Got jeered at, jostled and pushed into the pool.
At home I discover turmoil, everywhere on the floor,
From house entry to the back door.
Learned behaviour dictates evasive tiptoeing,
My sinuous movements involve to-ing and fro-ing.
The parrot calls, ‘Glittering A Turd’, Glittering A Turd’,
I reply, ‘Shut up, you nerd.'
Dragging footsteps to upstairs, I launch onto the bed,
And lay, unmoving, miserable, as if dead.
‘Cheer Up Love,’ says holographic Mum,
‘None in our family are dumb.’
She’s wrong, the evidential results regularly confirm,
That I haven’t the ability to learn.
Scared and lonely, alas, for I am The Last Girl,
Liken me to a black pearl among white pearls.
Because all females with wombs had to Escape From Earth,
And go create anew, a world of equality through rebirth.
By anonymous in, Survival teaching guide for females, Our Biggest Experiment
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