Written for: The Twiglets #151 – “block of text”
I walked around the block and was assaulted by a wall of trite text.
You are blocked
from ever using
block of printed text
left out on a stormy night
letters drip nonsense
A woman who lived on the next block
was forced to put all she owned in hock.
Fleeced like a lamb
by a clever scam
now a pawn shop displays all her stock.