Poet Authority Poem Terminal

This thought took so long a beard formed of its own volition.

Jimmy panicked. 

He wasn't ready for this.

He texted Janet and told her what was occurring. 

The reply didn't help.

He didn't know what to do with the laughing emoji.

Of course.

The very next day.

As luck would have it.

He saw a mountain.

He couldn't believe it.

He stared at the mountain.

Imagined a bicycle between his thighs.

Chewed on a slice of bread.

And let the tears flow.

It was raining.

Frank went for a walk in the rain.

Frank's walk was wet.

His clothing wasn't weather appropriate.

He had to dodge puddles.

The rain could not be dodged.

Frank got wet.

But not from puddles.

When they were done he ordered them to cook dinner.

He put his feet up and ordered one of them to turn on the television.

The men wondered why this wasn't in those army advertisements.

They tried to sneak looks at the television to see if there were any army advertisements on.

To see if there was something they had forgotten.

He specialised in Tooting Common.

Sometimes the ducks weren't where he expected.

He had to adapt on the fly.

He found the work very stressful.

Rain slaps against my bedroom window.

The sound so soothing I don't want to miss a second.

4am approaches.

I refuse to give in.

He rummaged through the wardrobe.

Seeking something to help his profile seem more convincing.

Knocked dust off the astronaut costume.

Adjusted his deerstalker.

Checked the position of the sun.

And aligned his magnifying glass.

He cackled as the ants burned.

Watson shook his head.

Worked on ways to distract Lestrade.

Off went the email.

Typo and all.

She checked her calendar.

Pushed back the request for a pay rise by another couple of years.

Bernie bankrupted himself.

Trying to get the perfect passport photograph.