May 24, 2012
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I’m stretched out on the floor
And I’m staring at the ceiling,
And it’s such a great, big bore
That I think I’ve lost all feeling.
My toes and feet are numb,
My legs and hips are tingling,
Sensation in my chest is gone,
My head’s been sent a-reeling.
And I think that if I try to get up
I’ll surely fall to pieces.
So Mom, I cannot help you mop
The floor or watch your nieces.
You’re on your own with all the chores:
I’ll die of any more bores!

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EeBRA said...
May 27, 2012 at 1:09 am
sounds like you were just focused on rhyming when writing this poem
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