Poets Conscience
Monkey-menace ever kept increasing,
We, the poets-confidante, went on chasing;
Anger-blazing, my poet-fried, inquired:
What about some poison in pears covered?
Could, a poet, said all, be a killer?
Urged him to read: The ancient Mariner...
13 March 2022
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