Today’s NaWriPoMo prompt (optional, as always) is a little something I’m calling “Twenty Questions.” The idea is to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last one, is in the form of a question. That’s it!
Micro-environmental disaster
Is it the sugar? Is it the fat?
Is lack of exercise to blame?
Could it be simpler than that?
Diabetes? obesity? Asthma? Isn’t it a shame?
So many woes; What is the solution?
Chemical? Environment? Food? Are we doomed?
Could it be a re-evolution?
Your ‘crobes, my ‘crobes; Could be our micro-biodome.
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