Poetic Free Falling
I had an idea for a poem
To let my mind simply roam
But it’s not really my cup of tea
And why on earth is it rhyming
I really want to make pancakes
But it’s too early yet too late
And my thighs are a giveaway
For late night snacks of past days
My poem cemetery isn’t too full
I should add this it is bull
But I’m bored and so it stays
My next poem will hopefully be great
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