Word Play I
Wagging
tails of cats
grown in marshes
or books on mans'
best friend of a dog
day of barking
up the wrong tree ...
semantically.
Swinging
tales of jazz
blowing in lounges
or the cheeks of diz
and a day of jamming
up the scene ...
poetically.
Shooting
trails of men
going into deserts
televised like a hurricane
howling on the
day of the dead ...
murderously.
Wagging, swinging, shooting,
twisting, sliding down
Alices' well into
a word pile
a word play
ground of merry.
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