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Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Doing Doggerels

By Henry Lowenstern

Whenever I'm swimming laps,
I turn on my rhyming apps
and rehearse
a verse,
made up of mental scraps.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Hello Henry:

Whenever I'm playing curling
And I hear my tea water berling

I throw down my broom
and run out of the room,

But I slip on the ice and go whirling.

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