KeenA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAn older one of mine written in 20l0 poking fun at myself.......There once was a poetess with a thesaurus As big as the Adriatic Sea She hunted down words in her book so absurd Then tortured the world with these She wrote lavish poems about simple drivel Using words unknown to you and me Inspissating her plots so we would think she was not The hare-brain her friends knew her to be A plethora of words she abused along with our minds As she wrote of the redolent roses Why could she not say how sweet they smelled Before she beleaguered all of our noses Now her poems are a panoply of quintessential bliss If you have any idea what that means I surely do not and have no intent of learning So for now I will say she is keen © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNeva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormGAAboutHello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..Writing
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