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TONGUE TWISTER

OK I got a bit silly with this one. A woman said that words do not matter in poems. HELP!

I wanted to blow up. Poems are nothing more than a wonderful collection of special words to tell 

an amazing story. So here is a twist on "The cat walked down the street"

 

TONGUE TWISTER

 

The slinky slithery siamese cat slipped and slid strutting down the slippery street...

silly but sw...

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GRUMP LAND

Who could have known that's who he was

a man of Grump Land

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His past added up to insecurity

that came out of his mouth

in the form of lampooning

Aspersion dribbled from his orifice

leaving a need for estuaries

in Grump Land for humans

to gain protection from his salty words

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Yet there was a sweet spot

amongst the weeds and storms

A place he hid from mos...

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