A really really bad poem
By Eagle
I deceiced to write a really really bad poem One about bunnies and big open fields That just kept talking but went nowhere I sat down and started to write out pretty words that rhyme Sky and Pie; Star and car; and Race and face; My poem would someday be cherished And the New York Times would declare it the best of the year I'd sit in my room and rave about my hill poem And how it sold to a big publishing company But to me it'd have been a really really bad poem That had no soul at all Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 05:56 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I deceiced to write a really really bad poem..."