I just wrote a song with no verse, no chorus, no rhymes, about nothing: Here it is--
She woke up today, the roofers still at it.
No coffee in the house, line too long at Starbucks.
She took an aimless walk downtown, to see if that DVD was at the library:
It wasn't.
You might expect a chorus here,
But I'm just not in the mood.
She stopped into a very badly named happy hour,
Where aggressive salesmen tried to please--
They didn't.
And appetizers, weren't.
She got home to find a note so boring I won't bore you with it.
La, la, la, la, la.
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