the heat death of doggerel
i was writing some pretentious nonsense in my journal about entropy and the eventual end of all things, and the courage needed to face that and not be disabled by it. then i was disabled by it, the next words to come out of my pencil were these
pumpkin lumpkin bumpkin
tall man fat man
sitting in a tree
w-r-i-t-i-n-g
higgeldy piggeldy allagaroo
roses have color
clickety tickety my keyboard
sings for my supper
words be nimble
death be quick
tiddle riddle bumpling
my son john
there was an adverbed subject
down dooby doo down down
hummer plummer
tinker tailor
spatula
dork dork
the dorks say bork
meeny teeny miney mo
su su sudio
h-i-j-k
i see a tree
run dick run
fly you tool
shall i compare thee
all i compare
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