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So how do like my quatrain so far
Getting pretty low in the tank
To resort to this ridiculous bit of nonsense
Pretty damn desperate I'd say
You can fool some people some of the time
But never P-Souper each day
When juices stop flowing Soupers know right away
They can spot it right off the bat
Obviously when I start that blankety blank stuff
Instead of love and all that
Maybe I should take some word rhyming pills
But they're so damn expensive these days
Two thousand dollars for just twenty-five pills
Need a job as a gigolo to pay
Well I'm gonna end this blankety blank poem
Threw in a bit of smut ha ha
Got by the censors with that blankety blank stuff
They're freaking out, sure good for a laugh
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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