Who Knew not fit for contest
When I woke up this morning, I was feeling mighty fine
But, things started getting fuzzy, at a quarter after nine
So, I sat down in my chair and hoped to end this blight
And though it therapeutic to take this time to write
But I needed inspiration, and the place that I've found best
Was to look down the list of all the poetry contest
Right away I found the one and I knew I had it beat
But as I neared the ending, I found it harder to complete
It was then I called My doctor and told him of my plight
He said that I should see him, and it better be tonight
I shared with him my symptoms and showed him what I wrote
He then produced some paper and prescribed this with a note
" Forget the M.R.I , X-rays, and those CAT scans,
What this patient needs is a rhyming Lipogram"
Who Knew?
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2024
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