An Ottava Rima poem about a conference mix-up. Writer's Cramp entry.
Last week I went to a trade show in Philly
For me and my fellow brethren in sales
Now you'll probably find this quite silly
As this trip ended up a bit off the rails
It was about something else, really
It was a wholly different kind of sails
Rather than gross market shares and bank notes
I was at a show about water and boats
Words: 66 / Lines: 8
Form: Ottava Rima
Written for: "The Writer's Cramp" and "I Write in 2019"
Prompt: I’m at a conference today, so what happens when your character goes to the wrong place and wrong conference?