Poetry Blows
Well so. Here goes.
Where it goes?
Who knows.
To write no prose
I hold my nose.
Poetry lovers? My foes.
This stuff curls my toes
And brings me to real lows.
My reputation grows
That poetry just doesn’t flow.
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Well so. Here goes.
Where it goes?
Who knows.
To write no prose
I hold my nose.
Poetry lovers? My foes.
This stuff curls my toes
And brings me to real lows.
My reputation grows
That poetry just doesn’t flow.
lol good use of disjointness.
