So here we are.
Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry celebrates web...blah...log’s 200th post:
two hundred
Two hundred things can be a lot
Except, of course, when they are not
Two hundred cents is just two bucks
Two hundred drakes means lots of ducks
Two hundred crumbs won’t make a loaf
Two hundred I.Q., not an oaf
Two hundred seconds is but a flash
Two hundred hams makes quite a hash
Two hundred point is one huge font
Two hundred pounds is hardly gaunt
Two hundred years is history
Two hundred dollars, far from free
Two hundred beaus, oh you coquette
Two hundred pages, mere novelette
Two hundred miles, you’ve traveled far
Two hundred swings is over par
Two hundred hairs, you’re nearly bald
Two hundred texts, you’ve barely called
Two hundred nuts will fill a bowl
Two hundred calories in one roll
Two hundred dogs will pack the pound
Two hundred beans is one small mound
Two hundred posts from this mind of mine
Is just one plus one-ninety-nine
Two hundred things is quite a lot
Except, of course, when they are not
The end.
Yes indeed. Welcome to me.
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