Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| The Registrar A man dressed in brown from toes to his crown without smile or frown bids us to sit. Rote queries ensue, he asks, "Will you two forever be true, for life commit?" I all but cry out, "If I must without this girl plod about, I've no real life!" She says much the same, and finally came, "You now I proclaim husband and wife!" Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |