Wassup Poetry Soup
I thought I’d write a limerick
(As sonnets now just make me sick)
But can’t for all the friggin’ rules
That always trip up southern fools;
So, thus, a couplet has to do
For me to say what’s next to you:
Howdy, Soupers, guess who’s back –
It’s Phil, the convict “poet” hack!
Free at last aft’ 90 days
Spent missing all through orange malaise;
I'm finally here (and glad to be)
Where brilliant friends live poetry.
Hello. :)
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