I'm glad the inspiration came in time, I've been pondering these die the last few days.
If the inspiration hits you, be sure to enter The Poetry Dice Challenge by midnight tonight.
Missing Mary Jane
I once knew a girl called Mary Jane.
She lived down Turtle Lane
In the top flat as high as can be,
With the perfect view of the Willow tree.
She wasn't happy unless
She wore her rainbow dress
And her Mary Jane shoes,
With the moon as her muse.
Her lips were always on fire
With Mary Jane making her higher
Each eye like an arrow head.
She had the best street cred.
Oh I loved that Mary Jane
But it was all in vain.
I dreamed in bed at night
How to act to get her delight.