Poem 89: The empty space

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This space is meant to have a pome,
I haven’t witten whum,
Bare the page, still the pen,
I sit here on my bum
It’s really rather dumb
No thoughts will ever come
Things are looking glum
My brain’s forever numb
I twiddle my thumbs

CRUMBS!

7 thoughts on “Poem 89: The empty space”

  3. umashankar

    That makes for a sad column.
    I was never a fan of strike-through bonbons.
    It works like a broken Internet connection.
    And tastes like a triple-soiled bubblegum.
    And sounds like a fractured bass drum…

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