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Peom By The Peot, Dont'cha Know
I am a Peot, and I sure like to write
I can scribble all day and into the night
Sometimes I like to go out for a while,
and then I dress up in a pretty fine style
I know this old fart, Star-something or other
His iam-bick lines are enough to smother,
a clock so that it can't tell the accurate time
(that line above is just for the rhyme)
Another habit of mine he does hate,
he says, is my failure to punctuate
fully and one of my worst tendencies
that really torks his self-righteous grid
is that worst of grammatical fallacies---
the ghastly and terrible Do-Does-Did
when he sees such use, he blows his lid
but I am, I think, a much happier man
writing my peoms whenever I can
of writing my peoms, I can't get enough
because I don't sweat the small-detail stuff
who wants me to put up with that? not the host
of readers who need to read what I post
so pull up a chair and let's shoot the breeze
and make that Star-whatever weak in the knees
because what I write makes him want to puke
but he knows that my talent ain't no way a fluke
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This peom may not be done to by anything of them things
that violet laws, because it is protected to, by, for and of the Peot,
Dontcha Know.
