A tiny little puzzle
A rigmarole of words
Perhaps it could confuzzle
Or talk about the birds
Cos poetry is kinda odd
It doesn’t have to rhyme
Regimented or free form
It can really take some time
Especially with odder bits
Like orange or some purple,
cos they can scramble up your wits
and rhyming just goes… doh
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The Tree of Dreams
ПоэзияRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
