Back to Bathos
to quit thine cosmos
It tingles nerves to dwindle down to a toss
Oh...summer is wearing off and so is our old Syprus
To quit what I'll miss
My quill, the beach and thine kiss and hiss
Obliged to set off for the class cos
Obliged to go back to a dull bathos.
Topic(s) of this poem: holidays
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