I went with enormous enthusiasm to a comedy writing course (a week with the Arvon Foundation who normally do everything but comedy) and it was indeed hilarious but mine came out as rhyming verse, only, sadly, and painting classes dictating dull colours caused a great sinking of the heart. Thus began all creativity.
Brain says to Pencil I’m bursting it’s time
Pencil will only do LUDICROUS RHYME
Brushes are shouting BRIGHT COLOUR no choice
Seems they join forces and THAT IS YOUR VOICE
THE RHYMING TIMES 
Nice poem. Well done!
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Thanks for comment – first of those! Think the theme will be – no prose.
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