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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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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