01-04-2023, 10:37 PM
On the twelfth day of Christmas, the Pig Pen gave to me
twelve evening masques,
eleven pretty numbers,
ten bloody sieges,
nine forged letters,
eight sweet loaves,
seven stray hoofprints,
six postgrad students,
five diamond rings,
four fairy tales,
three French towns,
two bare fists,
and a lampstand nearly all lit!
Twelfth night again! While the last line of the old verse is repeated here, the prompt is a little more exact: write about disguising, or even changing, your gender.
twelve evening masques,
eleven pretty numbers,
ten bloody sieges,
nine forged letters,
eight sweet loaves,
seven stray hoofprints,
six postgrad students,
five diamond rings,
four fairy tales,
three French towns,
two bare fists,
and a lampstand nearly all lit!
Twelfth night again! While the last line of the old verse is repeated here, the prompt is a little more exact: write about disguising, or even changing, your gender.