Living On the Edge of Excitement
Once a habitual fellow
(who eats his oats from a bowl colored yellow)
(every day)
(it’s his way)
(He thinks of himself, “very mellow”)
while reading his poetry stew
(the words of fine folks he knew)
got all fired
up. Inspired!
and ate his oats from a bowl colored blue
Copyright © Lim'Rik Flats | Year Posted 2017
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