I’m on a quest for a phrasal verb.
Give me an idiom and I’ll give you a high-five.
Give me a few in thirty seconds and I’ll charge you ten euros.
I’m walking down the street, looking like I don’t have any damns to give.
We make eye contact on a corner and somewhere I find one more stashed in my back pocket.
It was hiding next to the multi colored dice and plastic pencil sharpener.
I’m thinking of a person, place, or thing.
Before you can ask the first question, the crosswalk light turns green.
A mechanical voice is presenting us a choice to continue walking.
The mood is now becoming imperative.
I blink twice and you’re gone.
Give me one lie and I’ll tell you two truths.
The first is that you’re beautiful.
The second is farewell.
One Reply to “English Teacher Crosswalkings”