TWO POETS
I saw two poets
Whispering, whispering, whispering,
I saw two poets whispering
Without writing it down!
I crept up closer to them.
And they stopped!
I said to them:
“Why are you whispering, whispering, whispering,
Without writing it down?”
They replied:
“What are you doing
By repeating the word whispering?
Are you mad, or what?”
I paused.
Then decided I was mad
And made up my mind
There and then
To ignore whispering poets
And get a bloody life!
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