Inspired by the Nonet, trying a poem with 13 syllables and then dropping one of each line.
"13 Lucky for Some"
Himself suggested a trip to Buckingham Palace.
Okay, if you like says I. Heaven knows that were
not really monarchists, but marriage is about
compromise. We might see the Changing of
the Guards, we sit beneath a cherry tree,
blossom falling round our faces,
surprise, he pulls two tickets,
out, reveals a “Wicked”
treat, completes a
musical
hat trick.
Squee!
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