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Poemlessness

Please dear brain,
one measly refrain,
that in the competition
I may remain.
And thus maintain
status as a poetry clinician.
All night I’ve been waiting,
positively twitterpating,
resort to twitturbating
like some loco president.
Just a complete stanza,
maybe something in organza?
Precious time I’ve wasted
watching reruns of Bonanza
“A Hoss is a Hoss
of coss of coss,
Unless the Hoss
Is Ben Cartwright’s son”
May seem an alright pun
I doubt if it will qualify
strict rules of verse to mollify
and ’ll bet that I can verify
it’s already been done
Tried changing the words
To a “Hamilton” song
“How ‘bout some mustard or ham
on your s’more..”
But it reads sacrilegious
and utterly wrong
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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Author's Note
First, my title in no way intends to diminish the plight of the homeless. Just a little ditty in lieu of a serious, soul searching, heart rending verse. And, by the by I am no poetry clinician.
NaPo/GloPo/WriMo 2020 #19
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