Witless Poem by Hannington Mumo

Witless

Their clueless inane fangs of reed
Strive to bite what's made of steel;
Deriding the stronger sinew of virtue
They cling onto feeble foibles untrue.

To headache more reasonable head
Is the very principal aim they're bred...
These pithy bothersome numbskulls
Coined with dimmest grasp that lulls.

Saturday, January 13, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: clueless
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