Ink Dried
There was once a busy poet called Ried
Whose muse fondling hands his angry wife tied
Motionless at night on bed
He muttered poems instead
Wife wasn’t happy though ink in his pen dried.
June 9, 2021
Contest : The Poet's Hands Are Tied
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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