I've begun to realise
And you wont get a prize
If you sussed this
Because there's nothing you miss
That my blog does not comprise
Of poetry anymore
It's no longer hardcore
In fact when I think
and put paper with ink
It's becoming a bore

So I'm gonna try
to get you to slap your thigh
with my humour and wit
if my skills permit
what bliss

So given my sporting activity tonight I'd thought I'd pass on this joke.
What game to elephants like to play most.......


That I have don

I beg to implore that your rhymes are no more
by some terrible flook I dare to rebuke
the author of words which should ne'r be entwinned on paper which is coloured, plain or lined
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