A Silly Surreal Poem

A Silly Surreal Poem

Flattery got me everywhere;

but, I ended up in a cattery;

stopping, on the way, at a nunnery,

where I met, and spoke to, Simon Munnery;

who I barely knew, but he knew me

far less than I knew him and so it was that we,

found little to talk about,

took the opportunity to chalk about

a dead body of work

that someone had, unfinished, discarded;

so, here I stand

with head in hand

all due to an unforeseen incident

dans la rue de Paris

between a guillotine and me.

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