Against All Odds

Here’s one for this week’s Poets and Storytellers United request to use cliché constructively in poetry or prose.

Sevenling (she hoped he’d)

She hoped he’d be both tall and dark,
maybe even handsome. She knew
she’d settle for two out of three.

She searched both high and low.
The guy she found was short and
pallid, but loved her madly.

The odds makers went nuts.

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Not familiar with the Sevenling form? Read all about it HERE
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P&S United ~ Scribble #6
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