The Writing Group played “The Exquisite Corpse” game where one person writes a line of poetry, passes it on to the next person to add the next line. The next person then covers up the first line and passes it on the the third person, who writes the next line based only on the previous line. Then we keep going like that – adding a line to the poem knowing only the one previous line to base your new line on. The results can sometimes be meandering, but often they’re quite interesting. You decide which one this is:
Ragged-shirt boy threatens the old way.
Crazy ragged-shirt boy, wouldn’t you say?
Don’t even have a dime for candy today,
But who needs a dime when you have two nickels?
The moment has come, change was in the wind
My soiled shirt starched to hide the ways I’ve sinned
If only white shirts could hide our trangressions
Like a bride in white is usually a lie
But a corpse in black is usually the truth
As they usually appear just before the Reaper