Random Poem twenty five
Words buzzing about in the hive
Look at this rhyme, broadcasted live
Into poetry I made a dive
Poem twenty five
Calling Mr. Clive
Who made at me a jibe
Now, don't be so naive
Poem twenty five
Reached the quarter mile
All are in a pile
Gathered in a file
To wile away the time
To bring all a smile
Each for less than a dime
Now ain't that fine?
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Random poems
PoetrySong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
