Stupid Bad Poetry
Saturday, June 16, 2018
cobra in the house
awe the corba
so so so
sigh
awe the cobra
as he brushes
her golden hair.
awe in awe
of
her flowing
hair
so goes the cobra
golden
jam am jam
sorely
but surely
as the the round about goes round
sorely
bur surely
as the clop clop, clops upon the side walks
are
we sure
are
we still
sore
surely not sorely
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