ALLIGATOR BREAD Rhyming words inside my head, Alligator toenails, buttered bread Fairground attractions, prizes galore Delicious blancmange,"Can I have more?" Rhyme and meter, slant and grammar Vowel and consonant hit the keyboard, hammer Phrases, tap the lines in-continuo Gradually, the message evolves to show Thoughts now words, painted black Making sense eventually, back on track Buttered toenails on alligator bread Still reverberating around my head Curious at first, to soon make sense Future perfect or the past sure is tense Fingers tapping, thoughts are lapping Scriptural nonsense, or wonderment happening? What if the reader reads between each third line? The secret message-you'll then read mine! Cribbling eyes begin to droop and tire, Poetic rhymes absolve to shire.Birth sign: Scorpio
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