Today’s prompt asks me to write a “concrete” poem – one that takes the shape of the thing that inspires it. I’m not fully sure how to do this just with my words, but I shall attempt this nonetheless. Of course, forgive the lack of title.
Place my finger on when mammals became
But somewhere it seems that Nokia game afflicted us all, since, while it provided us entertainment, it also gave us the
Simile, Slimy, like a