Poor Little Poem

Poor Little Poem

 

 

This poem’s not feeling very bold

In fact it feels a little cold

Its edges have begun to fold

Its ink is fading, truth be told

The muse has hassled and cajoled

But its ideas seem worn and old

Unrolled

Paroled

Retold

And unsold

 

 

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