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Poetic Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
Inspired: 2024 August 13
Image: N/A

Cranky, My Neighbor

Guilty, regret--Penalty, death--score four.
Draw straws, short-shot, long-hung, two-kill-one.
His short-[bang], his long-[hang]. Lose, I'm done for.
Broad swords, last breath be death. He's dead ... I won!
No, the court has ruled ... death. Bring out three more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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