Gone are the days of princesses
And nights in shining armor
Lost in a whirled of gigabytes
And sights that no know honor.
Two bare won’s arms too write a wrong,
To mete and then make marry,
Are principals that rain no moor,
Gone with a morning ferry.
Homophone total: 17 (not including the prompt lines and title)
I had a good chuckle reading all of the responses to the Prompt: Homophone Misuse. If you would like to add the homophone total like I did with mine, please let me know in the comments. Thank you to all who responded! And it is never too late to submit an entry for any of the challenges. You can even submit more than once. 🙂
(Side note: The title of the prompt was initially published as “Homophone Abuse,” but then I realized that as a children’s author, I shouldn’t be abusing anything, even homophones. Sigh. So many things to be cautious about now. Am I allowed to kill mosquitoes?)