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I took it to my head one day to write a little verse,
But the rhyming was contrary, my couplets were perverse.
My elegant metonomy, my extended metaphors,
Decided then we were at war, and they would brook no truce.
After a bloody battle, the complications won the day-
I abandoned useless enterprise, I couldn't see the use.
But the rhyming was contrary, my couplets were perverse.
My elegant metonomy, my extended metaphors,
Decided then we were at war, and they would brook no truce.
After a bloody battle, the complications won the day-
I abandoned useless enterprise, I couldn't see the use.