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I decided to write a poem, for fun, So looked at what some others had done. First there was Shakespeare the Bard of course And others possessing a certain force, But that was old and stuffy stuff And I, well, I meant to be tough. So I looked at what others now are doing, Didn't want to write what I'd be ruing; But it looked like such a load of shit That I didn't like it, not one bit. Couldn't for the life of me figure out What, if anything, it was all about. So I wrote a poem about something new, Which had been written by very few: The subject – you'll never guess – was love, Not below the belt, but above. Once it's finished and tried out You'll speak love low, without a doubt. |