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There were crazy purple critters

Crawling across my nice green grass

Slinking, slithering, on their way

How could they be so crass?

To change the color of my yard

Into some kind of psychedelic mess

I wondered if it was the gal next door

The one who wore purple, I’d guess

She always seemed rather odd to me

I could never quite figure it out

Very strange things did happen there

Of this, I’ve not a single doubt

Venturing out, onto the grass

I couldn’t stay long, because of my asthma

By the fence, I could see her searching around

“Have you seen my dear purple plasma?”

I knew, there was definitely something wrong

I ran back inside, as fast as I could

No way in hell, I was touching those things

Time to find me a new neighborhood


October Writing Prompt – Purple Plasma – Day 2/31

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