A poem in response to a poem is today’s prompt.
A Passive-Agressive Note to K. Khan, Esq., Landlord
The rent is great. The view is nice.
The sun, though, melts the caves of ice.
We can’t find pleasure in this dome
With ice melt threatening our home.
And I don’t know what’s wrong with her,
Our neighbor with a dulcimer—
She won’t shut up. We cannot stay.
(Signed) From eleven miles away.