Frank E Gibbard Posted May 19, 2009 Share Posted May 19, 2009 I wrote this line at my terminal peril A siren drew me to this chick Beryl Though I knew no girl of that name It was her or Cheryl either‘s the same The jigsaw piece dovetailed so fittingly The need in me to rhyme unwittingly A fix in time for my words for to dance My compulsion suaged by concordance I am done literarily with the belle Beryl Purpose fulfilled now bury her I will Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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