Pointless vers libre
I wrote this poem
impromptu, an
extemporaneous literary
ejaculation written to a prompt,
which, oxymoronically, means
improvised unprompted.
An unemotional, virtuous
pronouncement, to wit, I was
fully unprepared
by the fulness of time
to provide profoundness
of contemplation.
In my vernacular,
I pulled it out
of my ass.
Look both ways even on one-way streets.
Some contrivances must be assembled quickly.
Mind the gaps because the Russians are coming.
Our Literary Journey 
Laughed out loud at that one. Great and pointless vers libre. Well played!
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Thank you, Britta. Glad you liked it.
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Well, that’s one way to do it I guess!
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Yank idiomatic vernacular. 🙂
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Lol. Hope it wasn’t too painful!
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🙂 No comment.
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Only you would go in this direction. Pulled it outta your ass rather well, I say!
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I was taken by the irony of a prompt that means without prompting. 🙂
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Indeed. I am considering that one and FF…
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🙂
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