These words of mine
That seem to bounce
Line after line
And jump and pounce
Time after time
Sure as the mouse
Draws young feline
May seem to you
Easy rhyme
For they often do
Flow like wine
Yet there are weeks
Of cucumber brine
That only reeks
Like pickling lime
So while this binge
Lasts for a time
I'll pour a toast
From this sweeter vine
And do the most
To make it mine
So mind your host
And thank the vine
As you drink it's ghost
For while some lines
Come smooth and true
They come and go
And when they do
I do not know
a/n: 1/12/18
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