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And so I lounged on a borrowed couch

Devoid of inspiration

And instead of making the difficult choice

To use my imagination

I went onto my phone to search

The internet for an answer

And I recalled why random prompts

Are worse, perhaps, than cancer.

But undeterred, despite misgivings

I shall now attempt

To write what poetrypromptgenerator.com

Gave me without contempt:

There once was a sanctimonious hand-wringer

Whose neurotic pedantry gave a metaphorical finger

To those who deign to carouse

With those of osseous brows.

Some compare me to him as a visual dead ringer.