5. Nixon Ball

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I was sitting at my desk trying to write a short little ditty for the weekly "Good Words Don't". The prompt was "Write about somebody who gets three wishes." This was giving me trouble, and I was beginning to really regret it having been selected. In a fury I attempted to summon the muses around through an ironic prayer, and some menial meditation. Just as I was about to give myself a mental slap across the face, a small Arabian man popped out of my pencil sharpener. He simply said "Great I have to do what you bid, you've got me for three wishes kid".

"What a totally non scripted or contrived coincidence!" I thought to myself genuinely.

"Oh yeah and all those Alladin rules apply,/ so just wish for a Caddy or something mad fly," said the genie of the sharpener.

"Ok I wish for a creative spark," I began, "and a touch of meta-humor to boot."

"Hurry it up kid I can't listen to your mad ravings/ I must return to my delicious pencil shavings," the genie verbally tapped his foot.

"Thirdly I wish for my readers to at some point during the even read the sentence 'Good Words come easy for Nixon'," I requested with questionable punctuation.

"Well kid, you done alright/ now I really need a fix of graphite," said the genie, "and remember your wish is my command,/ I could make you the fairest in the Orange.

Goodbye."

Then the genie retracted in the onyx black pencil sharpener and I lived happilyeveraftertheend.