Contiguious With Being Ambiguious
Contiguious With Being Ambiguiou
While our car swerves and swerves,
You always like looking at my curves,
And when the wind had many gusts;
Kept blowing on my beautiful busts.
When my many poems I did compile,
None of them were ever worthwhile;
And even when I went to an academy,
I had flunked a course in anatomy.
When you see my poetry's framework,
You know it was written by a big jerk,
And could be considered contiguious;
Mine were really already ambiguious.
Jim Horn
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