It is time once again for Chelsea Ann Owens’ Weekly Terrible Writing Contest. This week’s prompt is the word fifty, and the entire mess poem must be exactly 50 words.
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Now I’m gonna
write a poem
in exactly 50 words.
I cannot think of anything.
Hey look! Outside there’s birds!
What’s that falling from their butts?
Could it be airborne turds?
And there’s a squirrel eating nuts;
he’s grateful they aren’t curds.
Such is life in my backyard
in fifty words.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is