The Gloating Poet
There once was a poet remote
Who got stuck on some words that he wrote.
And try as he might,
No new words came to light.
So since thence he no longer can gloat.
(Alternate last line; He had no luck in the alphabet soup!)
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 18, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick
March 19th...alternate last line added....
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