I don't make music or lift weights,
but I have dropped the odd plates.
Smashed! they did on the floor.
Yep! I've done that before.
Accidental and even for fun,
propped some up and shot with a gun.
I've discarded a few thrown out,
no notes or grunts did I shout.
Of plates I think of a meal,
not how it will make me feel.
Sorry! I missed my point,
it was a strong joint.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2025 05:48
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Comments1
This was a most enjoyable light read that left a smile. Very nice
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