Word Play Ii
Heah buddy, can you spare
a rhyme, a dime, the time
to care (how rare) if truth
be known or to tell a lie
about washing ton's cherry
cut down into sticks to build
a house on the prairie
where Georgie kisses all the girls
who never just say no.
Heah buddy, lets go up
a lazy river with the sounds
of outboard motors as
everyones oar is already
three sheets into some zephyr
and I oughter stop this
nonsensical play with
alphabets' soup but such fun
in a pun or cliche or, perhaps,
its whimsy ... nah, too flimsy
a word to disturb your senses.
And, two cents is
about all this is worth, hey buddy?
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