(More a synopsys, as theoretically written by someone who didn't read* the books, than a poem.)
I've decided, since this is NaNoWriMo month, to write a fridge poem a day until I run out of ideas or I miraculously make it to the end of the month.
(Of course, it all immediately went wrong, and I've had to back post this post by half an hour, as I spent the last 50 minutes fighting my computer, which refused to be used.)
Wish me luck - I think I may have made a horrible decision.
*You don't need to tell me what's inaccurate. I know.
Labels: Bad Poetry