There one day was a poet of the absurd
Who one day gave her word.
She’d tell it straight one day
Come what May
Or the one day she became a bird.
There one day was a poet of the absurd
Who one day gave her word.
She’d tell it straight one day
Come what May
Or the one day she became a bird.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Tagged as absurd, bird, David E. Booker, joke, limerick, May, Monday, poem, poet, poetry, word, writing humor
Deep in the forest /
a bird sings passionately /
the heart hunts alone.
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