Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Poe Tic Just Ice

Poe Tick Just Ice
Looking just nICE
With a tick of Poe
You must know
Poe it, tree grows from one moon
Looking tree like until the noon
Call me a loon
But my ideas will boon
Fill my Poet Tree with a cup of Just Ice
Pour it over my head, only if I ask nice
Chop chop down the Tree
Fall
Fall
Tumble down
Can you hear that nice sound
Like a clown, you laugh at me
You don'tunder stant my Poet Tree
Fill with Just Ice T
In the shape of a tree.
For thee.

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