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Pound pound pound

Pound pound pound,
My head spins,
Round

You hound hound hound,
With your god awful mouth you,
Taunt

The sound sound sound,
From your ghastly guff is 3D,
Surround

I may smack smack smack,
Your god awful trap,
Whack!

Round round round
You'll spin round with your face
Frowned

No sound sound sound?
What? Now no sound from your
Mouth?

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  1. Date: 3/31/2011 2:47:00 PM

    Thanks for stopping by to comment on my poem! I hope you are not going through the above situation. Light & Love

  1. Date: 3/30/2011 11:25:00 AM

    Interestingly put together..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

  1. Date: 3/30/2011 8:53:00 AM

    Sounds like you've been experiencing a lot of angst, Erastus. I can understand wanting to make someone stop "hounding" you. Like Carol, I hope this is fiction. I do like the impact the repeating words in the first line of each verse has. Best wishes, Carolyn

  1. Date: 3/30/2011 6:39:00 AM

    Nice alliteration in the verses on Pound, Erastus

  1. Date: 3/30/2011 5:46:00 AM

    Enjoyed reading this excellent piece of poetry this morning Erastus. Hope this is fiction. Thank you for sharing it. Love, Carol