So here we are.
Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry:
adieu
So long, boo
What will you do
Now that we’re through
On that please chew
And tell me true
For me, it’s “whew”
Flushed down the loo
Without a mew
I’ll start anew
I shall not rue
Or down a few
Unless you sue
Well, that’s my cue
So tootle-oo
Goodbye to you
The end.
Yes indeed. Welcome to me.
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