So on a YouTube video by Vsauce, I was introduced to the idea of "constrained poetry." IE, poetry that has certain constraints, like "you can only use words with the letter 'o'. Use that O as much as you want, but no other vowels can be in the poem." Thus, on a whim, I took up the challenge, with the letter O. Here is what I made:

O! Do bloody bombs of old long go,
For holy blood to grossly flow!
Folk of blood, do not long swoon,
Opt to jog, to trot, to croon!
O! Croon so on yon holy chord
Shoots lofty words for world concord!
Knock on rooftops, knock on doors,
From tor tops lofty to yon low moors!
For who so wroth, so forg'd of scorn,
Chops down concord, short of sons forsworn?

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Hope y'all enjoy it, I spent like two hours on this whim. The last sentence was the hardest, because I was trying to say something along the lines of "who could forswear peace?" and let me tell you, trying to find alternate words for could or would that only have O vowels in them was so damned frustrating. I was even looking into the etymology of the word, and archaic ways to do it, and I was sooo tempted to just use "wood" instead of "would," but I like what I did instead.

Yeah I also added the constraint of "it has to rhyme," too, which added another level of difficulty to it.

Went can-boxing tonight. (Looking for returnables worth money.) Found fifty-three returnables, which is worth $5.30. So my third green bag from before is filled all the way, and a fourth one is half full. Already took in the first two bags a few days ago, so just these two now. Fun thing: these full green bags fit in the new cart with so much room to spare I can easily carry two of them at once. Same thing was barely doable at all with a lot of struggling, using the smaller cart that's broken now.

While I was out, I got a few things at the grocery store, too.