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Click hereXXXConfessionalXXX
Confession-its really a raccoon who types these poems (at most I correct his spelling)
Some of you have been so kind
To complement my poems and rhyme
I used to write novels dirty and nice
That was my vice, but smut takes so long
I confess in this song
I have a pet raccoon who types these behests
His name is Felix
but not a cat, a bit of a pest
mini hands and types
an i-phone 5 fits in his palm
has no quam
ignores criticism
Don't accuse him of sexism
though he does have a vigorus appetite
Eats anything in sight
including poetry books
laptops and nooks
Here its just like a zoo
or Noah's arc
it rains too
I wish I had his brains
his originality
his " joie de vivre"
If you think my poems are not up to snuff
consider they are not really mine
they are Felix's puff
his imagination, his rhyme
The disgusting sex stuff
that's him all the time
Note-- small poem require
small hands and small....brains?
So let's give credit where credit is due
To Felix
much smarter then a shrew
and misleading title too,
5ed, anyway, thread called Perhaps it is not poetry...
pacing, I give credit to any writer that gets to the end before I do, and doesn't bore.