Yesterday he took it Up a notch and suggested we each give the other a word they had to use in their own Terrible Poem!
Challenge Accepted! (now where did i put my gauntlet?)
Ahhh – THERE it iiiiss!…
A Little Exaggeration
Baron Boris casually enquired, just before beginning his dismemberments,
Of Little Willie in which fashion he desired to be held in remembrance.
(The word i was given was: Hyperbole)
(Given the nature of the contest i was sorely tempted to rhyme it with ‘Superbowl’!)