Someone at work asked me to write a poem. I gave myself three minutes and came up with this:
Leaves by Paulie
In spattered overalls,
Splashing color onto the leaves.
Heavy with new paint,
The leaves fall to the ground
And marvel at their new wardrobe.
Now it's your turn. You have three minutes.
Do not perform this exercise if you have aspirations of publishing a book of poetry someday.