Wednesday, July 28, 2010


They pushed n shoved
And muttered aloud
Out o' my mind
Words tumbled out

Made a dash
To be the chosen few
Gave up, regrouped
And made a queue

Pleasure was mine
As I picked and chose
Put a pinch of rhyme
And peppered with prose

Now ready to be served
A poem pipin' hot
If it scalds your mind
Not my fault! ;)

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