I thought I’d be straight with todays prompt, and do exactly what it asked. So we went for a walk and took a picture of what caught my My eye.

THE STICK

This is the stick that caught my eye, this is the stick that made me cry
This is the stick I didn’t see, until it crept right up on me
This is the stick with pointy end, in your eye wouldn’t recommend
This is the stick just the right height, stopped me being able to write

(Sq hare I Sot Im fospiddle, my aye fo dab ant blak Im thi nibble
The pocters wyll pitch mi op just fime until them mot amother lime)
This is is the stick that made me irate, a patch on my eye like a pirate
This is the stick that I desire, to watch it burning on my fire.

Translation of injured eye writing.

(So here I sit in hospital, my eye so bad and black in the middle
The doctors will patch me up just fine until then not another line).

Don’t worry it was all staged, just for a bit of fun.

All words Meadowhead Bard.