the craftsman bought
his piece of clay to life
but ye mold was one that
would bring much strife
the clay just didn't behave
in the appropriate way
always it acted like
a grotesque monstrous play
on discovering the clay's
fault ridden side
the creator flung it down
hard on a curbside
never again did he use
that model of mold
as its unsound traits weren't
ones he'd behold
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
the craftsman bought
his piece of clay to life
but ye mold was one that
would bring much strife
the clay just didn't behave
in the appropriate way
always it acted like
a grotesque monstrous play
on discovering the clay's
fault ridden side
the creator flung it down
hard on a curbside
never again did he use
that model of mold
as its unsound traits weren't
ones he'd behold
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