Was yesterday, to while away the time,
I poured upon my page some random rhyme.
Though petty, still a poem, nonetheless.
Untimely born, but shaved of strain and stress.
Today, rereading what may seem a waste,
I’m certain that the ink I’d spilt in haste
congealed upon my page and did compose
a pleasing piece of poetry, I s'pose.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2025 05:35
- Comment from author about the poem: for fun
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Indeed the feeling comes through and the rhyme is pleasing to the ear. Well done
Many thanks, Soren
You are most welcome
Pleasing's right. Very neat.
Thanks, Dave.
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