Passion Spliced
Scribo wished for a limerick
but then he crushed his writing stick
too much hard reason
ink went for treason
rhymes and rhythm became quite sick
with a bent nib in his firm grasp
mind and meaning loosened a clasp
he clawed back feeling
spinning free wheeling
filed senses with passionate rasp
27th February 2021
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Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2021
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