This was, I think, the first weekly 100-word challenge that I submitted. The prompt was “Rhymes with Itch” and I remember the group leader being surprised that I took the challenge so literally.
Rhymes with Itch
Sneaky Footsnap was a snitch,
He had a plan to make it rich.
Bertha Cussmore was a witch,
Who made a fortune selling pitch.
Sneaky dressed up like the bitch
Certain none would note the switch.
His clever ruse had one small hitch,
Sneaky Footsnap had a twitch.
By virtue of this telling glitch
Sneaky wound up in the ditch,
Lifeless, cold, without a stitch.