I took that long book of pages,
That had taken me absolute ages,
And now, while them having writ,
Of them I would not dare quit.
A paper clip! A paper clip,
My kingdom for a paper clip,
Oh, chance the weather and the wind,
A decision I’d later rescind,
For out the door, with bundled pages,
That took to write, seemingly ages,
I strode out a confident writer,
But a silly, very stupid blighter,
For the wind whistled and picked up,
And like a splashed, spilt coffee cup,
Went dashed upon the floor below,
And fell like white foolscap shaped snow.
So, there I stood, a head of wonders,
The victim of some breezy blunders.
Thank you M
Very quaint and whimsical, I enjoyed the read.
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Impressive!
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Your words are really beautiful.
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Wow. I’m really humbled. Thank you so much.
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