Word Play
A crackle, a tickle, a pickle you’re fickle.
Your theatrics are hard to please, what a tease.
Your synthetic synopsis has no story.
What makes you have all the glory?
Your velocity is quite an atrocity of word play.
Copyright © Jayme Chapin | Year Posted 2021
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