Just some thoughts in response to a Writer's Cramp prompt, "He was very sneaky."
|He was very sneaky. Never did he knock. Tormenting obliquely. Always 'twas a shock. When he came acalling no speech; jab, stab, squeeze. He's misery crawling, clawing at my knees. A snapping, snarling cur frenzied with attack, Pain's not the least demure as it traces tracks. Unyielding, a rock, Pain's not suffered meekly. Never did he knock. He was very sneaky. ( 16 lines )|