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
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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