To a Tolerable Degree
To a tolerable degree.
The boards are bored.
The buzz has left the bee
The salt has left the sea
The creak has left my knee
The shrill has left my plea.
The smell has left my pee
The sugars left my tea
The ball has left the tee.
My laugh has lost its glee
It is not right.
Copyright © Ned Flanders | Year Posted 2011
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