Monday, April 27, 2020

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Seven, Poem Twenty-Six

Nonsense verse to catch up.



Thugs

Answers
your pleas
with shrugs

Your favors
under wrap,
rolled up rugs.

Nights you need
help reserved
for their drugs.

Grievances
gathered up
windshield bugs. 

Like all posts
except yours
the fugs.

Think rhyme
schemes are
only for lugs. 




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