This exercise was to write two stanzas of alternating seven- and five-line syllabic verse on the subject of Rain.  Also, two stanzas of verse running 3, 6, 1, 4, 8, 4, 1, 6, 3 on the subject of Hygiene.

Rain
I love rain’s varieties,
from the random drops
that drip unexpectedly
down from cloudless skies

to the angry storms that cow
even me and make
me run away and hide, like
the West’s wicked witch.

Hygiene
There’s something
To be said for living
Sans
Soap and hygiene,
As I found in college where my
Dorm’s squalor and
Filth
Made my immune system
excellent.

Clean forks were
Only one hot water
Rinse
Away and the
Frankly disgusting state of my
Sheets did not harm
Me –
I wasted little time
In sleeping.