WITH-RHYTHM-SHE-SURE-RHYMED
It's alliteration,
poems that sing;
rhymes, chimes,
here the remembering.
A bouncing beauty,
with poetry she rang;
rhymed, chimed,
recalls this man.
LO !-AN-OLD-CITIZEN-KANE-
KIND-ARE-YOU-MISTER-NO?
His toboggan reminded him
of childhood days
as did, too, the snowflakes
in the glass sphere.
Now you are reminded -
in your elderly ways -
of rosebud years.
Charles Kane is near?
HERS-WAS-A-WARM-SHOWER-
NOW-IT'S-SURE-HOT-COCOA !
She is comfortable now
she is out of her frock
and in her pink-bathrobe
and white knee-high socks,
lying on the settee
with a cup of hot-choc,
listening to a song
in the night there -
with a velvet voice
that could strip her bare.
THE-SHADY-SHEPHERDS'-
CROOKS-POEM-YES
Sheep will go follow,
baa baas their notes.
Sheep will be fleeced
of their white-coats.
The non-sheep made
into scapegoats.
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