... That now fogs up my brain, And makes me loudly complain, As it draws forth my raw disdain, And plagues me with a hope to regain Anti-inflamatories' refrain Again and again and again and again.
(Okay, so, the last line is pure doggerel, I admit; but, hey, points for continuing the pattern of increasing by a syllable with each line, and bonus points for working "anti-inflamatories" into that! That wasn't easy, mind! ;-p )
Think of me as Kipling's "The Cat Who Walked By
Himself"... and you probably will have a good picture of how I
walk through life. If you don't want to take the time to read the story, then I would describe myself as fairly independent, but occasionally craves the
company of others. Sometimes, I can try to be clever, and every once in a blue moon, I may actually succeed.
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Shawn Bean wrote (on Facebook)
... That now fogs up my brain,
And makes me loudly complain,
As it draws forth my raw disdain,
And plagues me with a hope to regain
Anti-inflamatories' refrain
Again and again and again and again.
(Okay, so, the last line is pure doggerel, I admit; but, hey, points for continuing the pattern of increasing by a syllable with each line, and bonus points for working "anti-inflamatories" into that! That wasn't easy, mind! ;-p )
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