My Imagination Did Stretch
My Imagination Did Stretch
My imagination did start to stretch;
If kind friend one day I could fetch;
Sat for spell;
Sad could tell;
Wrote poems while she was a wretch.
Wrote this after reading Andrea's
first prize winning poem.
Could it be if you are a cooperative,
You sure can always afford to live;
Not only cautious,
But also atrocious;
Which way should I strain my sieve?
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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