Death Of A Whine Poem by Dann Thomas

Death Of A Whine



It started as a hum from the corner of the room,
A doubt in the distance, chewing away on gloom.
And then louder, buzzing with reasons to complain.
Till it was whirling and whining all around my heavy head
Fading in and out, but before it got to me, I whacked it dead!

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