Have it compose a poem — a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every word beginning with the letter S!!
Sleek strands of sadness,
soon severed and shorn;
Solace sought in scissors,
slicing and scorned...
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years...
Compose a poem — a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every line beginning with the letter S!
She stands so still beneath the sheers,
Snipped locks that once clung to her ears.
Solemnly she stares in the glass,
Shorn hair reveals her past, alas.
Sorrowful the secret she bears,
Still the new style she proudly wears.
it's good, first run after i relaxed from "each word" to "each line"
