From a local Writecraft meetup, word prompts were: Cinnamon and Perverted.
They say girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice,
But sometimes things fuck up,
As the universe laughs and rolls its dice.
A coffee, a tea, or even a rooibos party,
It matters not;
She’ll still fight you for a cinnamon latte.
When Autumn comes their wait is done;
Nothing but Ugg boots,
And a strange man bun.
They say pumpkin spice is kinda nice,
Well, so is my bed, it’s just kinda deserted;
And yes, I know…
That sounded perverted
Dawn of Eternity 