FarseA Poem by May Fosnes
What is this nonsense I produce?
Could it be my tongue was set too loose? From lack of structure, discipline, so obtuse. Fancy to think I once was a poet- but that magic stopped and I know it. Oh shoot, did I mess up the rhyme scheme? Well, that would be so obscene. Ah, I know, I know. I'd love to write something complex and cool. But then I would be fully a fool! I'm done waisting time with this trivial farce. That's doesn't work, does it? Because now I can only rhyme with arse.
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Added on November 14, 2020 Last Updated on January 28, 2021 Author
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