So far I’ve enjoyed my week responding to the WordPress Daily Prompt. All the words have stimulated the old grey matter and I’m quite
smug about satisfied with the results.
Until now. Today’s word is orange. Now I’ve nothing against colours … or even colors. Blue would be fine. So would green. Or red, yellow, purple, pink … all of them alive with ready associations! But orange! Not only does nothing rhyme with orange, nothing of any interest comes to mind with orange.
Oh yeah, Donald Trump – as I said, nothing of any interest …
What’s the big deal, I hear you say, it’s only one day, give it a miss, tomorrow’s word will be great … so good! Thing is, though, if you set yourself homework you have to do it. And a week spread over eight days isn’t a week, it’s a Beatles song.
Talking of which, don’t know about you but I could do with a bit of light relief from all this pointless agonising …
Ah well, refreshed by that fab and groovy nugget of nostalgia, here’s my penultimate acrostic poem:
O pinion is divided. Some friends
R eckon the girl of my dreams should be
A ngela from Amsterdam, extremely
N aughty but nice. Other friends
G o for Pamela from Preston,
E xtremely respectable but rude. So, reader, should I choose Pam … ? (continue by reading acrostic word)