The aroma of a Big Mac filled the air,
A hurried lunch, beyond compare.
My fingers, clumsy, began to misspell,
A digital error, a story to tell.
On the qwerty keyboard, a jumbled mess,
An extemporaneous thought, I confess.
Like the elusive Hodag, a creature of lore,
My brain conjured images, and asked for more.
A silent scream, an oxymoron so clear,
As thirty-seven ideas, banished all fear.
The old blunderbuss hung on the wall,
An antique, a relic, ready to fall.
My itinerary was a chaotic design,
From crimson sunrise to twilight\'s last shine.
A single mauve petal, adrift in the breeze,
Whispered secrets through the rustling trees.