Perfect Rhymes Do Not Poetry Make
The larger the bird, the larger the turd
The bigger the tart, the louder the fart
The more beans he ate, the darker his fate
The more he drank, the more he stank
All the lines above rhyme perfectly internally
Yet to call them poetry rankles eternally
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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