Alas
alas the ass to ride the dollar and the mule to the bank
I am not amuse the ruse of poetry soup and lack of lentils
as most of you do not know it is a legume to ponder the read
of a dictionary but the bard of avon not going to plant a garden
the sun is bright but you are dim not knowing the share of sum
the perfect buffet with green tea and if lucky perfume with jasmine
Copyright © Catherine Labeau | Year Posted 2015
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