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14 November, 2008

Poetry schmoetry

Poetry schmoetry, out the mind
Is burdensome, as some will find.
We know what's what, and what's our kind.

Words spew forth, a drip, drip, drip.
Into our cups, we're forced to sip.

Just one a week is all I need,
But it's not so, I'm forced to feed.

Please spare us all
This burdensome gall.
Let us party at the ball!

1 comment:

  1. I'm laughing and grinning... Why don't you tell us how you REALLY feel? heh