Thursday, November 27, 2025

The Prolific Poet comical poem 692 by Angela Lansbury

 Some people struggle to write a poem

I write many, like a shop of hats

Poems pour our of me incessantly

Like drops from a dripping tap - sorting words is like herding cats


Poems pour out of my poised pen

I'm running chased by words like rain

Oh, no, here comes another one

Like buses, three more stop again - I diet, but my poem's fat.

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