My White Rabbit Herald
Hardly anyone else has their own white rabbit herald.
I do. His name is Poindexter P. Horacio Merry Merald.
He announces things to me in my ear all the time.
You don’t need to write that; it’s now time to rhyme.
That’s not the adjective I would use. I am flummoxed.
You are annoying me greatly; I am super gumm-uxed.
I listen some days and ignore him other days for sure.
His intention is to keep me honest and my poems pure.
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