Just a little lady, holding a porcelain teacup patterned with roses, crooking her little finger as she sips, then putting it down and picking up her Parker pen with its real squeezable ink reservoir to write sublime verse.
Only a month or so is what it's been,
But already I feel like the a queen,
Receiving compliments galore,
From charming poets who adore
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Try self-control, restraint,
In fact this is a complaint
About the sudden deluge of
Tens of poems onto this site
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