Luv of Poetry

Well, what the indifference.
The protocol: nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs.
Other nitty-gritties shadowy.

Whilst be to amuse?
Whilst be to shoot De foot?
Whist be to trace timelessness?

Oh, noun what is thy fame?
Oh, verb what is thy expression?
Oh, adjective what is thy emery board?

What is this madness sept for thy luv oh, poetry.
For you alone this voice doth ring.
Doth sing.

Lives onwards ~ outwards.
Oh the madness!
Oh, husband shush.

He says, “get out of my face.”
No two dozen eggs
with a pound of bacon?
This breakfast cuts short!


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