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Doggerel
A poem about writing poetry |
| {c}Doggerel The work, The words, They’re lazy today, They’ve been sleeping too long. They’re awake But very groggy, Slathering the page incoherently, Frustrating meaning. Meaning what? Having some meaning, They mean to frustrate me, Because they’re feeling mean. The pukey pups of doggerel, Yalping, yelping, Bow-wow, jua-jua, Splattered on my page. |