Mock-A-Poem

Have fun! Life's a play, Shakespeare said. So let's play.

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A poem is its shape, or it is the light,

That the sun so casts over the paper white,

Or the funny stutter grandma cites, reading-this-part while:

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Lightly whispers, weaving lies

Lovely whimpers, it unties

After her cat’s whiskers, she kissed hers

And Lise’s eyes comprised cries

Whispers whimpers kissed her cries? lies! Lise’s whiskers’ eyes comprise…! ties!

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such a poem, isn’t it strange?

it can be everything, color or smell

a FAirytale’s hauNTed cASTle

or old ye’ cookie monster

If you Can’t tell, read faster

Some words here are spelled fantastic!

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We play with poems, seek their stanzas

“Not it!”— Other language’s varianzas

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We sleep with poems, dream their verses

Even poems live in dreamer’s universes

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We dance with poems, breathe their rhymes,

And ask ourselves, “What rhymes with rhyme?”.