Tag: rhymes
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Stormy night scared of lightning
Riots in my bonce, in my human bonnet Writing by the light from my bronze sconce Sky alight, a Zeusian riot these past two nights Maryblue forks when Thor outrides Storm tonight no riders on it, writers love it Needy trotters greedily, gleefully smacking a typewriter’s keys, teasing Out a rough schema, the freehand sketch…
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Baddabing
First sign of ill behaviour Standing up, flipping tables Sit him down, eyelids sabled Not talking now, mouth stapled Trying to stand, as if he’s able Talk to man, as if he’s Plato And not a do nothing laid low in a cave I’m Alexander the Great ungrateful at being made To placate himself before…