Fully Rhyme Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Fully Rhyme



Lies Bedevil,
Truth is civil-
Parade nude
Buttocks rude.

Count to five
Before you dive
Or drive
Or divine
A curious vine –

Kept here
To Tear
An incurious soul
Prone to Toil
If remembered at all.

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