Wednesday, July 3, 2019

The poem


      The poem

What a joke, this poem's no good
yet it claims its title.
As the day was that slipped through
yet it claimed its number --
I met a friend. I tried a rhyme
and it sounded mumbo.
Is there a method to disprove
this madness makes no sense.


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