From Transmundane Tuesday writing prompt
Song Playing - The Ballad Of The Squeaky Wheel
He wears a pair of wings and a halo.
The quaintest sight for such a fellow -
he peddles fast on a squeaky bike,
it’s one he found that no one liked.
He travels tunnels up and down -
he never surfaces...
He lives underground.
Two heads are better than one
That’s how the saying goes.
And I guess the rattlesnake agreed
As it climbed and curled from up around our toes.
It whispered and declared its love.
Such a shock I suppose.
We shook, we shivered, we stood so still
Without response - We just froze.
Not exactly sure what I’ll do with these yet. Maybe some pencil pouches. I like how they came out though.
