My Inner Voice Told Me So
Listen to poem:
At the end of the meal we shared,
my participle principles split my jeans,
when you called me to split the bill!
What about the banana-split you had for dessert?
You split-up spilled friend?
Or the soggy split pea soup you
asked me to boldly forgo,
for the aperitif?
The tiff began and ended
with the present and past-principles
of split personalities,
listening to their inner voices
with split-end infinitives.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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