Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Drunk on words.

A first draft,
a top hat and a smile,
speedoes and a mask.

A cursory glance,
drive-by writing,
oozing words.

Streaking wordplay,
on green grass,
hopped on mead.

Second draft,
a hangover and a groan,
great words made good.
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1 comment:

  1. BroofaJuly 29, 2009 at 10:13:00 AM PDT

    There once was a poet namd Dunc'
    Who's words made quite a spelunk
    Cryptic, arcane
    A dash of urbane
    So much for his usual junk!

    ;-)

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