You'Re No Pun

Like a skeletal skunk

You no longer make scents

You are a rotten moose

No longer worth a buck

Your opinions are like a dead bird

Dreadful and completely fowl 

The only thing you have of worth 

Is deep inside the soil

Maybe if you bury yourself

A new root may uncoil

If you somehow spring new roots

Like a dead owl I would still give not two undead hoots
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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