I guess I should take some responsibility for the horror of today’s prompt, but really it’s mostly Ziva‘s fault. And Nicky’s.
Anyhow, “The Day I Met Abraham Lincoln” is a fantastic prompt if you enjoy the feeling of writer’s block. Aw yeah. You feel that? Feels good.
Anyway, St-Patrick’s Day is in a month or so, so here’s a limerick :
I’m back at the bar and I’m thinkin’
‘Bout the day I met Abraham Lincoln
Now I must be on crack
‘Cause the idea is whack
So instead I’ll just get back to drinkin’
That’s all I got.