I found this on my computer and thought it was hilarious as I read it again, thought it deserved a publishing. Not a masterpiece, but clearly I was frustrated! :)


Rhyming

And she tries to make it rhyme
Spends more time thinking then: LIME!
She found a word so endlessly
Unrhymable.
And based the entire poem on that verse.
And now my mind is tired
And composition goes to hell
As the thick thick pen scribbles
Down this white white page
With lines so blue and straight.
Oh what will I think tomorrow
As I re-read this words
DID SHE SPLASH A RANDOM SELECTION OF WORDS ACROSS THE PAGE?!




Written June 12th 2007




Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2008-03-30 at 00:00

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lastromantichero
you have cleared up the misiniterpretation lea and this is a wonderful text too good to have missed it just shows talent will always come to the fore well done rgds mike
2008-03-30


Lea Foverskov
Just to comment on Rob and clear off any misunderstandings, I wrote it, but have no recollection of doing so! :)
2008-03-30


Rob Graber
Oops. I meant "than a poem," not "that a poem." Blame it on its being Saturday night here... 8-)
2008-03-30


Rob Graber
"What will I think tomorrow?" There are rather worse things about which to think this that a poem! Enjoyed this text, though if I understand your intro aright, we don't know who wrote it?
2008-03-30