Shelley Byron Keats
He Didn'T Make The Cut - Poem by Shelley Byron Keats
Henry desired the Nobel Prize.
In his eyes fine writing spelled lies.
He tried to steal the award
but took a slash from a sword
made of eyelash-just right for his size.
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