The poetry contest- oh, boy!
The thought of it fills me with joy!
So, write one for Mom
and hope it don't bomb .................(literary license so the meter worked)
Coffee is good for my talent
drinking it makes me feel gallant
'till it hits me down low
and I just gotta' go
Shows the lack of my bladder's raw talent
He was not "safe" he was out
but his argument had little clout
catcher stepped on the bag
saved the game with a tag
Now we all get to watch the boy pout!
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