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Friday 28 April 2017

NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Eight

DAY TWENTY EIGHT

THE RHYMES GET WORSE
Eating my way back into your life
Said Oversize Lisa Mabel
As she stuck the machete deep
Into the cheesecake on the table
The sands of time shifted sideways
And covered a multitude of sins
He was blind in the one eye
With telescopic vision in his shins
The asphalt stars are made from stone
The chewing gum scars the pavement clone
The cycle lanes stream like rivulets
With cyclists screaming down the phone
The rhymes get worse than Oscar’s ballad
So stick that in your chicken stew
Cucumber sandwiches all round
And another round or two too few
Bicyclettes and Penny Farthings
All the old bikes made for romancing
Like the ballroom in the tower
Roll on the happy hour dancing
Loving this the way it goes
Eating cake under her nose forever
The prison mentality
Sitting outside on the street together

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