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When he's goofing off |
My muse The little feller Came to me today Perched on my shoulder And had nothing to say- A short little sprout And very pale too, he's not very heavy (At best) Even with a load Since riddles and rhymes Don't weigh very much And Are very nearly Weightless, Unlike their cousins The five vowels or worse yet Them awkward and nasty Conson-ants. I shooed him away Until he has something to say Or brings me a brand new Sonnet. 2/5/18 |