Words of a feather is what we need
piled high for our poems that others will see.
Never enough to breeze right on through,
but once the rhyme's started, it's going to be.
Words just like chorus,
or maybe pylorus,
and bright red phosphorus -
none say ignore us.
Don't forget sorely,
bedsore, or scissors,
nor visor, nor saurian,
all of them, whizzers.
'Saurs by the dozen,
(tough words to spell),
(Writing some is real hell).
Visor plus bedsore,
and, too, brontosaurus,
confessor, professor -
(Oh, saints, please restore us)
Word after word and
with poems that are growing,
wordsore and weary,
'bout done - smiles are showing
With the list finally finished,
soreheads we'll be.-
gets you and gets me.
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