Oct 2014
( by Elizabeth Squires and SilverSilkenTongue in Collaboration)
In an idle ilk the poet
Did **** precious time
Non pursuant twas he
Of that haunting rhyme
The Tap tap tap of his Thumbs
In pulse to the Anxiety that Comes
Resistant and Hesitant this Choice of Word
Like crows on a wire flitting to and fro
Simply to be Assured who is top Bird
He mulled in thought
On his composition
Yet not acting on it
Due to a stalling disposition
Caught in a Web, of Websters Dictionary
Assonance and Consanace Fundimentaly
He Chews each Syllable to Spit out
The Misconstrued Vowels that he Shouts!
By Elizabeth Squires and Silver Silken Tongue
Special Thanks to Ann who suggested Elizabeth and I should Collaborate
In an idle ilk the poet
Did **** precious time
Non pursuant twas he
Of that haunting rhyme
The Tap tap tap of his Thumbs
In pulse to the Anxiety that Comes
Resistant and Hesitant this Choice of Word
Like crows on a wire flitting to and fro
Simply to be Assured who is top Bird
He mulled in thought
On his composition
Yet not acting on it
Due to a stalling disposition
Caught in a Web, of Websters Dictionary
Assonance and Consanace Fundimentaly
He Chews each Syllable to Spit out
The Misconstrued Vowels that he Shouts!
By Elizabeth Squires and Silver Silken Tongue
Special Thanks to Ann who suggested Elizabeth and I should Collaborate
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