For Wards

i can't just say
four words and
then remain 
sigh lent

so though you sent
me that word
i must doe re 
me spond

whackadoo but
whackadon't and
let's not forget
knick knack patty

whack but you
have to ask
yourself 
how much

wood could a
woodchuck
chuck if a
wood 

chuck
would
chuck
wood

i will give you
the answer as
soon as i give
one hundred

monkeys one
hundred type
writers with
paper and

pray
not to
get an
output 

of
shake
speare
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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