Inept Plagiarist

INEPT PLAGIARIST I rote this little peom last week See what you think and take a peak Swear to God it’s all my own work Never took a word from any other peot jerk I wander lonely as a balloon That floated on high o’er vales and burst All at once I see the moon A mostly golden round thing first. Beside the lake beneath the trees My dog sits down to scratch his fleas Continuously as they start to climb And itch him badly while he plays They stretch in never ending line Along the margins of the bays. Ten thousand see I at a glance Biting his head and making him dance