Day #16 Prompt: write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie.
My favorite food is Brussel sprouts,
I’m tall and slim and there’s no doubt,
My I.Q’s high and wide and deep,
And I quote Shakespeare in my sleep.
My hair is blonde and I’m a hottie,
There are times when I am naughty,
I’m almost thirty-one years old,
But look much younger I’ve been told.
I planted seeds the other day,
The plants will bloom by first of May.