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WAXING GIBBOUS
She's waxing gibbous like the moon
On nano-matters picayune,
Her stellar poppycock platoon
Is out en force this afternoon,
Inspecting each spermatozoon,
An inventory none too soon,
Preparing for the great monsoon
Within her brimming silver spoon,
The howling wind her favored tune
To crack the peaceful night's cocoon
And cause the lunar gods to swoon.
~ D. Edgar Lamp (Monorhyme)
Categories: Monorhyme, FEBRUARY 2010
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D. Edgar Lamp says...
Thanks Breckie, I've always thought a good poem should flow nicely off the tongue. If I have to choose, I will take Music or Meaning, Cadence or Clarity...
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