When slip met shod, one barefoot, the other odd,
they said, It’s come to this? one shake, the other nod,
one dip, the other mod, as if awed were flawed
and flip were bliss a kiss away from god,
then, you guessed it, on they trod,
one trip, the other plod.
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[ 1760 ]
Categories: Sour Honey
William Michaelian 