Bottled, by Natalie
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Could I bottle up my words,
And send it off to sea?
Could I seal it with a cork?
Would that be enough for me?
Was it ever enough for me?
Was it really?
Just take the time,
And ask yourself this question too,
F*** this poem,
I hate rhyme.
Look,
This is what I’m talking about.
Would this bottle be enough?
This bottle I call rhyme.
It sets boundaries far too tough.
And often I do struggle,
Struggle finding words to fill the gap,
But sometimes it’s quite hard to find,
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Rhyme ending:"Its time for Jonny's nap"
Right ending:"The appropriate words that rhyme"
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Posted: 2006-05-01 12:19:57 UTC |
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2006-05-12 23:45:25 | Faith |
This poem made me chuckle... nice. |