As I ate a sandwich
Thinking basically nothing
I noticed a little problem
An itch somewhere beneath my elbow
My cup which once contained liquid
Now stands on the table empty
Emptied by the monster
But that’s my little secret
I trekked across the foyer
Not straight but almost zigzag
When through the window I glimpsed
An animal whose name doesn’t rhyme: a wolf
An idea came to mind like the lighting of a bulb
To write a post without much depth
Where each line ends with a word that sounds like no other
Except that one, which means I end on a foible.
Apologies. A Sunday stream of consciousness nonsense rhyme that doesn’t even do that! Which, actually, was intentional. And even though it doesn’t, it kind of makes sense.
Words.
I do like to have fun with them at times!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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