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I’m Back!

Turgid flames and swollen fire,

I evoke my wrath and all my ire

And crack the whip of impending doom

For the travesty master is back, full of wisdom-toothless gloom.

 

His gums are sown shut with medical wire.

He eats liquid food, but his mood does not mire.

He knows within days he’ll be healed up just fine,

But ’til then, human flesh he must wait on to dine.

 

So thus I am back, and just as lousy as ever.

I’ll continue to write, since that is my endeavor.

So welcome me back with comment or two.

If you don’t, rest assured, I know where live you.

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Another Personal Note

Hello readers!

 

Alas, a blight has come upon me, this 27th day of June.

The desntists office calls to me tomorrow afternoon (morning actually, but that didn’t rhyme).

My widom teeth need be pulled out, and so you’ll plainly see

That tomorrow afternoon my mouth will be dumb and bloated as the rest of me.

 

However I write this personal note, in meter, or in the South, in miter

To inform you that the poem tomorrow will be written by a fabulous guest writer.

This writer is my sister, and a telented poet herself.

Sure she lacks my rugged good looks, but at least she has her health.

 

So thus my letter concludes to you.

I will be back, so don’t be blue.

On the 29th my brain shall function

Unsedated, with thoughts of poetic junction.

 

As sincerely as can be accepted from a total stranger who writes crappy poems on the internet,

David

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