BPD (Bad Poetry Day) is here!


I have written

Some wrotten poetry

In my rhyme

In my time

Which is fine

As I know when to drawer the line

And, even though I can’t drawer,

I try.

And that is impotent 

It may be the most impotent thing

That I do in my laugh like a giraffe

Now, there’s a thing

I can’t drawer and

I can’t sign a song 

But, words I have

And poetry’s what

I do

Even though I may do it

Wrong.

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