I tried to write on the funny side
But what is fun I can’t decide,
Why ‘funny’ is such a fun?
A loosely hatched pun.
On a second thought
What less wit I have got.
Then I wrote a line with love
And a line of loathe
But who is so bad or good?
I am a breeder of both.
I rekindle my dexterity
And employ my tenacity
To create something new
But I ended spilling them askew.
What new shall I write?
Every word and idea is trite
Until I am inspired again
All my scribbling ends in vain.
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