My uncle gave me a prompt today: “Fluffy Bunny Slippers.” Written in my lunch break.
Johnny had little tiny feet
And on those tiny feet were little tiny rabbits
And on those tiny rabbits were little tiny mouths
They squeaked little bits of guidance to little tiny Johnny
Told him where to put his little tiny feet
Now little tiny Johnny lives in a little tiny kingdom
A slave to the little tiny rabbit society
I guess not all mentors are good ones, rabbits especially.
freyawrightbrough 