lix : Write a poem about purple alpaca
Now I come to read that title, it sounds as if I was writing a pastiche of the great and legendary purple cow poem to join the herd which already exists. But I wasn’t.
And it didn’t work; two fairly satisfying couplets and a restless hour later, I had to fall back on the boringly traditional –
lx : Drink Ovaltine at three a.m.
– which did.