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Sep 11
When I found my poetry feet
they sent me on an excursion
without the aid of a Twitter tweet
from politicians like Nicola Sturgeon

They roved and roamed and rambled
and wandered and meandered
with gout they sometimes shambled
to places at best sub standard

Stumbling in to a rhyme zone
is no place for the faint hearted
poetry snobs would never condone
using rhymes like someones farted

It smells like trivial doggerel here
no genius from the ankle down
these plates weren't made for Shakespeare
I'll just end it with a Proper Noun (or not)
*plates is Cockney rhyming slang for feet
Chris Neilson
Written by
Chris Neilson  M/Manchester, England
(M/Manchester, England)   
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