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Mumbo Jumbo (Random Exercise)
"Fun facts for the fun cats where the funk's at:"
Fumble with crumbled thoughts,
As bubbled bundles become some rubble
at needle pop.
Oughta stop
with the mumbo jumbo,
but rhymes are like muttery puddles:
Tickled tongues trickle out
into fickle buttery winds
as the homophonic shutters
shudder in supersonic hunger.
Sputter a splatter of fatter mutters
on platters
and eat the latter.
How does poetry taste?
Does it matter?
