There is an old tale with a name I forgot that talks of the wind on a day when its hot about cream in a cup for a kitten brand new about a shimmering star or a home left askew It tells of the sin of a man left forlorn with a grin on his face waiting to be reborn so the conduct you see rises up across miles or uneasily close with the crying and smiles
Since I am on a One-Word Poem kick, here goes…. Well, first let me “thank” Fandango for such an obnoxiously difficult word! This poem makes nearly no sense at all, but given the limited words and letters it is all I could come up with!
I don’t want to be a snob my boss is so obnoxious He wants me to cry and sob When he tells me “take a bus”
I know that very soon I will see in the sun The heat’s a helpful boon I learned that from my son.
So get out of that box And hold the little nub Of horn right on that ox Instead of reins, this sub.
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