April’s rhymes

April Rhymes

There was this dummy
Kind of a mummy
Bleeding puddles of ink
Once when the springs were pink

There was this dreamer
Poet by his name
He was dripping rhymes
Whilst others were taking bribes

And they had a plan
To infest the Universe
With something called Poetry
Once when the springs were pink
God’s bribery

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