How I wish I trekked the town, The days I danced like a clown! Always trying to jazz around, From outside you felt I was dawdling along, Happily I gave myself passive assent, Today physically I'm stuck, perplexed, and still my mind goes off to gallivant! (46 words)
This was written in response to the Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #162. The challenge was to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “Gallivant” (or any of its forms) in exactly 46 words. Thank you, Sammi for hosting this challenge. 🙂
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