Woebegone

slapdashmonuments

Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?


Woe, be gone

Don't linger on

Just try and find a wider home

There's lots of spots

That you could go

Just pick a spot and thither roam

If you could bother

Other jerks

I'd be much happier than now

So get thee hence

Vamoose, you berks

And loude sing: Badoom mow mow


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