Twenty-TwoA Poem by Ken PagePoem begun with random word searches.TWENTY-TWO Fix twenty-two delicate rings, by pounding them with fluffy things. Draw twenty-two silly young brothers, erasing a sketch of their mothers'. Appear twenty-two parched dusty ovens, blame it on hydrated Prussians. Faint twenty-two cultured young ladies, when touring backwaters in Hades. Sneeze twenty-two times but be quiet, lest you be causing a riot. Opine twenty-two horrible ends, for those who do not make amends. Renounce twenty-two things making sense, by tossing them over a fence. Console twenty-two unwanted balls, by kicking them down empty halls. Impel twenty-two aspiring seats, to get jobs where the crowds go to eat. Recite twenty-two words in this poem, that ain't worth the ink that done wrote 'em. © 2020 Ken PageAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKen PageChattanooga, TNAboutI'm a visual artist who has tried periodically to write. But the latest period appears to have legs and I've been after it more consistently and seriously. more..Writing
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