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Published: 2011-11-07 00:39:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 204; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 5
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I couldn't find the words to rhymeOr maybe couldn't find the time
And though it may seem like a crime
I made a poem out of grime
I was sitting in my little chair
Thinking it was so unfair
When a flare so rare came in my lair
And dared to get caught in my snare
I grabbed it's reins and held on tight
I knew it would give quite the fight
Despite the danger and the fright
I didn't loosen in the slight
Finally with the battle won
It's little secrets came undone
Slowly unfolding one by one
Found myself a little fun
Slowly I began to fuse together
The pieces of my little treasure
And wonder whether it would tether
Into something thick as leather
So I find it did just that
It went from flat to being fat
Fatter than a lazy cat
Tougher than rock in combat
Rescued with the sound of rhyme
Words more musical than wind chimes
After all it was no crime
I was just passing time
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Comments: 3
ScriptWeaver [2011-11-07 00:48:21 +0000 UTC]
Lol it works. I like it. It reads with a sense of fun.
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