Going off my first effort, I don’t think many will appreciate my career switch.
At the bottom right, you’ve got the option to generate your own words, too.
I saw my opening, the moment I laid eyes on the fridge door: the night consumesblank.
I saw the word “fortnite” hovering nearby.
Smugly, I put the two together: the night consumes fortnite.
Consumed by Disney and Lego and Ariana Grande - perhaps gleefully.
The word “night” also sounds like “nite”, which I thought was clever.
Someone immediately dashed my work, hopping in to unpick my poem before leaving (fair enough).
So I left another poem later, simply entitled: rock, paper, shotgun.
Other poems on the door at the time of writing:
Yeah, I really like that last one.
