Staring... staring... blinding white,
my dog took me for a walk last night,
then he had a fight with a tree...
now let me see... what can I write?
There was an oyster that lived in a broken home,
well, actually it was a broken shell,
his best friend was Yengin the gnome,
I wish I knew how to spell!
Antidisestablishmentarianism,
hurly-burly, cherrish, anachronism,
cross out the wrong word and rewrite it once more,
my teacher's in despair, she's rolling on the floor.
And, lastly, therefore I must conclude,
that my poetry style, as yet, is profoundly crude,
it has no meaning or fucus, and I won't give an example,
staring at a blank sheet of paper... the space left is ample!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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LOL, this is great! Wonderfully written, with a touch of humor and truth. We have all had the moments where stare is all we can do.
Nice fun write.
Best to you!
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...I like this. It's strangely endearing
Keep writing xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
CR
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