The Wandering, Meandering, Rhyming Poem
It is the problem of the wandering, meandering, rhyming poem The one that won't stop even when it is a flop It keeps on working its way through this page It pays the wage of the unearned sage Although it is more like a cage to the man behind the verse. It is the curse of the wandering, meandering, rhyming poem. A curse is this verse to the very purse of the the person buying into this poem. This, my friend, is the worst. Show mercy on the wandering, meandering, rhyming poet.
It is the problem of the wandering, meandering, rhyming poem. The one that won't stop, even when it is a flop. It keeps on working its way through this page. It pays the wage of the unearned sage. Although it's more like a cage to the man behind the verse. It is the curse of the wandering, meandering, rhyming poem. A curse is this verse to the very purse of the person buying into this poem. This, my friend, is the worst. Show mercy to the wandering, meandering, rhyming poet.
It is the problem of the wandering, meandering, rhyming poem. The one that won't stop, even when it is a flop. It keeps on working its way through this page. It pages the wage of the unearned sage. Although it's more like a cage to the man behind the verse. It is the curse of the wandering, meandering, rhyming poem. A curse is this verse to the very purse of the person buying into this poem. This, my friend, is the worst. Show mercy to the wandering, meandering, rhyming poet.
Copyright (c) 1999 by Francis Xavier Gonzales III
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