Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Sounds of Sounding - a nonsense poem

The greatest night of nights of night was last time the time took timing too far
amidst a mist of adonishment a mystical mystic mystified the masses of minstrels
so singers sang songs so souled that the succulent shrimp scalded tongues for fun
yet the yesteryear yesterdays resisted the resistors and the catapult catapulted corruption
food was feasted and feasts were fed and feeding the hungry helped humble the hippos
despite the greatest of night of nights of night was last time the time took timing too far.

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