I read about a local creative writing group who did this exercise: write a 14-line poem with each line ending in the same word. Ino and I both tried it and mine was boring- Ino won as usual. Her poem:

I went out in the garden.

I really love this garden.

I often dig my garden.

I weed and hoe my garden.

I’m glad I have a garden.

I’m looking at your garden.

What IS that in your garden?

You’ll have to clear that garden.

You’ve got a bigger garden,

But an untidy garden.

That rubbish in that garden

Should not be in a garden.

You snub me in the garden,

Sit facing back of garden.