Take My Wordle Poem by Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

Take My Wordle



Take my Wordle
I thought, getting it done
In a try, or two
Would be no hurdle

But by the thirdle
I was tightening my girdle

And by the fourth
My enthu began to curdle

The fifth became a sturggle
In my throat I began to gurgle

When, by the sixth
I really needed someone
To murdle

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