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Your three words today are:
BOTTLE
BUNG
CORK
In a bottle, dreams reside,
Underneath a wavy tide.
A bung seals secrets held so tight,
Whispers of the stars at night.
Cork pops forth, a joyful sound,
Unveiling tales that leap and bound.
Each drop a journey, rich and bold,
In the bottle, stories told.
In the humid haze of a summer’s day,
A hoax was whispered, leading hearts astray.
With horrible tales that danced in the air,
Reality twisted, unaware of its snare.
Yet beneath the fog, truth glimmers bright,
A beacon of hope in the fading light.
For in the warmth where shadows might loom,
Love’s gentle touch can still make us bloom.
Your three words today are:
RUMMAGE
RANSACK
DESTROY
The need and want to ransack,
To rummage through the night,
A tempest brews within my soul,
Demanding dark delight.
Each corner whispers secrets,
Each shadow holds a throne,
Desire wraps its tendrils tight,
In chaos, I’ll atone.
The urge to break apart the calm,
To shatter glass and bone,
A restless spirit yearns to roam,
Where no heart dares to moan.
But through the wreckage lies a path,
A glimmer wrapped in strife,
In destruction’s wake, I find a spark—
A chance to forge new life.
So let the wild winds howl and rage,
Let thunder fill the air,
For in the midst of all that’s lost,
I’ll rise beyond despair.
The lovely malady, MAD Missy,
Was enchanted by a melody sweet,
Her spirit soared, her heart in flight,
As notes danced around her, pure delight.
With eyes closed tight, she swayed with grace,
Each beat a whisper, a warm embrace.
In twirls and leaps, she lost track of time,
In a world of music, she felt so divine.
So let the melody linger and play,
For in every sway, her heart finds its way,
As long as the music calls her name,
MAD Missy shines, forever aflame.
Your three words today are:
DESTINY
DISMAL
DESPISE
Don’t despise me
because my destiny is coming true
And yours is dismal.
In shadows we stood,
but light breaks through the gray,
each step I take, a journey’s call,
a path carved in the clay.
Your three words today are:
FEROCIOUS
PLACID
VIOLENT
In a world where shadows sometimes play,
Ferocious storms can darken the day.
Yet beneath the thunder, a whisper grows clear,
A promise of calm for those who will hear.
Violent winds may rage, clash and collide,
But within the chaos, there’s strength to abide.
For after the tempest, the clouds will depart,
Leaving space for the light to warm every heart.
Placid moments arise, as the stillness descends,
Healing the wounds where the storm never ends.
From ferocity’s fury and violence once sought,
Comes the gentle reminder of peace that is taught.
So let us embrace both the tempest and calm,
For each has its purpose, a lesson, a balm.
In balance, we find what our journeys are worth—
From fierce struggles arise the seeds of rebirth.
Your three words today are:
FARCE
RIDICULE
COMEDY
Was our friendship a farce,
Where you could ridicule me?
Was it a comedy show
For you to get your laughs in, free?
Did you play the leading role,
While I sat in the crowd,
Hoping for a moment,
When you’d lift me from the shroud?
Were my secrets just punchlines,
My heart a joke on display?
I sought a bond and connection,
Not the cruelty of your play.
Yet here I stand, unbroken,
No longer part of your scene,
I’ll rewrite my own story,
Where I’ve learned to be seen.
So take your laughter, your mockery,
And leave me to find my way,
In a world where friendships flourish,
And genuine hearts can stay.
Your three words today are:
HUG
HUDDLE
HOLD
In a cozy little snug hug,
We’d huddle close, feeling the snug,
With laughter and cheer,
We hold treasures near,
In warmth, all our worries are shrugged.
LAUGH
LEFT
LEAVE
In laughter’s glow, the moments blend,
A fleeting joy, a breath we lend.
Yet in each chuckle, shadows creep,
As thoughts of loss begin to seep.
When paths diverge, I feel the heft,
The weight of memories now left.
A silent plea, to not deceive,
But life demands we sometimes leave.
Each smile a thread, a tapestry spun,
Yet the heart knows the race is run.
With every joy, a tear may flow,
In laughter’s wake, we learn to grow.
So here I stand, with echoes loud,
In bittersweetness, I am proud.
Through laughter shared and love received,
I’ll cherish all that we believe.
Your three words today are:
SATISFY
SAINT
SPARSE
In a land where the saints like to play,
They danced in fields of flowers all day.
But the blooms were sparse, just a few in sight,
They twirled and laughed, what a silly delight!
With each joyful jump, they felt so free,
Their happiness swelled, oh, so satisfied!
In the bright sunshine, under skies so blue,
The saints spread giggles, a funny crew!
Your three words today are:
MUSK
MUST
MUSH
I must get rid of this musk
Before I turn into mush.
The scent is strong, it’s hard to bear,
A cloud that follows, everywhere.
I’ll wash it off, I’ll scrub and rinse,
Find something fresh, a little hint.
Maybe flowers, or ocean breeze,
Something light that brings me ease.
No more should I feel so confined,
With every step, I’ll leave it behind.
A new perfume, a sweet embrace,
To lift my spirit, and change my pace.
So away with the old, I’ll start anew,
With scents of joy, all bright and true.
I’ll find my way back to the sun,
And with each breath, I’ll feel the fun!
Your three words today are:
DRUM
DUMB
DUMP
In a land where the drummers go thump,
Lived a silly old guy who was known as Dumbump.
He danced with abandon, making quite the loud drum,
While friends all around laughed and said, “What a bum!”
One day in a park, he found a big dump,
Full of treasures and junk—a real funky lump.
He gathered up trinkets, a hat, and a pump,
And said, “Watch me play on this garbage-filled rump!”
So they took to the streets, making music so wild,
With drums made of garbage, they sang like a child.
Drum, Dumb, and Dump—what a trio to see,
In a world full of laughter, they were wild and free!
Your three words today are:
SORRY
STORE
STORM
In a store, a sign read “Sorry,”
As winds blew in quite a flurry.
The storm raged outside,
While folks tried to hide,
Yet laughter was heard in the hurry.
Your three words today are:
ITEM
THING
NOVELTY
In a shop of wacky dreams,
Where oddities burst at the seams,
An item sat with a silly grin,
A thing that danced, let the fun begin!
A novelty toy, red and blue,
Wiggled and jiggled like it knew,
With a honk and a wiggle, it stole the show,
This playful oddball, the star of the glow!
Your three words today are:
CRAFTY
NIPPY
CHEEKY
In a town where the weather was chilly and nippy,
Lived a cat named Max, oh so crafty and cheeky.
With a flick of his tail, he’d cause such a fuss,
Sneaking treats and toys, oh, he loved to make a mess!
One fine day, he dared Rufus, the dog,
To a race by the shed—oh, what a slog!
Max dashed off so quick, leaving poor Rufus confused,
Crafty and cheeky, he simply refused to lose!
So here’s to dear Max, with his playful little ways,
In a world full of laughter, he brightens our days!
M.A.D. Works 