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On the park bench in the starkness of a city facing darkness, I was drinking, feeling tipsy, working on some poetry. Close by me was something lurking; suddenly it started jerking, and it seemed that it was *twerking!, How could I write poetry? “Will you stop!” I fairly bellowed, “I am writing poetry!” But it jerked incessantly. I was reaching now my limit, but it acted like a dimwit, covered up by nearby bushes. What it was I had to see! Though the thing was well in my sight, how I wish I had a flash light, for it had become a dark night, and this thing was close by me! Poetry was fleeing from me. This thing was too close by me, and it twerked incessantly. I could see the bushes moving. It was like the thing was grooving. But to what could it be grooving with no beat or melody? What it heard, I was not hearing; in the shadows I sat peering wondering if it was leering. How could I write poetry if that thing was leering at me as I wrote my poetry? It just jerked incessantly. Though my heart was filled with such dread, boldly I spoke up and I said, “You there, like some kind of pervert, just how crazy can you be? Show yourself. Why are you irking me, like Miley Cyrus twerking in the bushes where you’re lurking oh so close by me? But the figure uttered nothing though it was so close by me twerking on incessantly. Finally I got much bolder. Getting up, I walked right over to those bushes where the figure hid. I had to see! What I saw in New York City in that park was not too pretty! And for me it was a pity, it destroyed my poetry, For I’m finding out now when I want to write more poetry it flows not incessantly. In my mind it stays forever. Will it ever leave? No, never. What I saw still haunts me when I try to write my poetry. I just see that creature lurking in the bushes ever jerking with its tiny butt a ‘twerking. What an ugly creepy monkey Why the heck can’t I forget the sight of that dumb monkey twerking there incessantly?! *If you don't know what twerking is (one poet didn't) see About this Poem for the link! (A parody on The Raven, trying to use the same meter and line length of Poe's poem. My apologies if I veered too far off course in how it inspired me!!)

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On the park bench in the starkness of a city facing darkness, I was drinking, feeling tipsy, working on some poetry. Close by me was something lurking; suddenly it started jerking, and it seemed that it was *twerking!, How could I write poetry? “Will you stop!” I fairly bellowed, “I am writing poetry!” But it jerked incessantly. I was reaching now my limit, but it acted like a dimwit, covered up by nearby bushes. What it was I had to see! Though the thing was well in my sight, how I wish I had a flash light, for it had become a dark night, and this thing was close by me! Poetry was fleeing from me. This thing was too close by me, and it twerked incessantly. I could see the bushes moving. It was like the thing was grooving. But to what could it be grooving with no beat or melody? What it heard, I was not hearing; in the shadows I sat peering wondering if it was leering. How could I write poetry if that thing was leering at me as I wrote my poetry? It just jerked incessantly. Though my heart was filled with such dread, boldly I spoke up and I said, “You there, like some kind of pervert, just how crazy can you be? Show yourself. Why are you irking me, like Miley Cyrus twerking in the bushes where you’re lurking oh so close by me? But the figure uttered nothing though it was so close by me twerking on incessantly. Finally I got much bolder. Getting up, I walked right over to those bushes where the figure hid. I had to see! What I saw in New York City in that park was not too pretty! And for me it was a pity, it destroyed my poetry, For I’m finding out now when I want to write more poetry it flows not incessantly. In my mind it stays forever. Will it ever leave? No, never. What I saw still haunts me when I try to write my poetry. I just see that creature lurking in the bushes ever jerking with its tiny butt a ‘twerking. What an ugly creepy monkey Why the heck can’t I forget the sight of that dumb monkey twerking there incessantly?! *If you don't know what twerking is (one poet didn't) see About this Poem for the link! (A parody on The Raven, trying to use the same meter and line length of Poe's poem. My apologies if I veered too far off course in how it inspired me!!)