Story Jam 2.1 Spalled Wall

The hill was not much to look at, but on closer inspection, there were large rocks with dug-out areas in the crevasses, which clearly indicated the presence of a large, clawed animal who left balls of long black hair.

“Hair balls, air balls,” she sang, “scary malls of spare dolls.”

Molly’s spalled walls crawled with polliwogs. Dogs, frogs, blogs and clogs. Smog, job, death in a minute.

Death was looking good in this run-amok rhyme scheme. He took a look at himself in the mirror, draped provocatively in this rhyme-scheme from hell, and thought: “I’ve got to see a doctor about that electrolysis!”