Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Fat, Snuggling Poet

If I were a poet of girth
Known for romantical worth
I'd snuggle a rhyme
Then, after a time,
This verse to a poem'd give birth.

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My wife informs me that the first iteration of this poem was actually very naughty.  Somehow I missed that.  Sweet naiveté, I guess.  In any event I edited a bit.

1 comment:

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