Icky Icky Icky Icky Icky
Why is life so shitty?
I'll write this ditty
to pass the time
and try not to rhyme.
There I go again
Telling a friend
Lies
about could-be spies
Oh, bother!
Forgive me, kind sir,
I have sinned
with these rhyming spins.
Let it be no matter,
and let us tell the Mad Hatter
that tea time is at three
and he shan't worry about me
For I am feeling much better now,
and life needn't be concerned with how.
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Thoughts
PoetryI'm just really thoughtful is all. This is a long set of long poems but maybe you'd like to read them?
