Tag: Just Because
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The Headache
My head is sore Why is that? The sky is blue Le French is bleu Rain’s stopped falling Brain’s now pondering Sit and wait? Hit the street? Sleep some more? Steep the tea Cough and splutter Off to the shops Sneeze and sniffle Please rest a while Why is that? My head is sore
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A Pioneer Poem
This reverse rhyme poem is quirky, as the rhyming word begins the line. Each line can be up to five syllables, but never more. It can be any length, line wise, but the first two lines must be repeated in reverse for the last two lines. It’s all total nonsense, of course, as although the…
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White Rabbits! It’s September
Happy September 2023! The first of the ‘Bers. May your month be magical with splendid September surprises.
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Fingers’ Piano Concerto Number A in Z Flat
Music. Not one of my better subjects. My Inner Typist, Fingers, has other ideas, however, and sees himself as the veritable virtuoso. His fingers run across those virtual keys like nobody’s business. Granted, he plays like he types, but to my untrained ear, he creates sounds. A lot of them. Settle back, I plead with…
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The Petrification of Fingers
Fisrt he was arifad, he was ptfeierid. He spnet so mnay ngihts wderniong why it wnet so wnorg. So he tpyed snortg. And leerand to witre anlog. And he was bcak. Form Iennr Scape. He jsut tpyed wohtuit a sputid look upon his fcae. He dd’nit need to chnage the look, he d’ndit eevn hvae…
The Mansionic Perspective 