The Play off!A Poem by andrew mitchellplaying with words that rhyme with rude!
The Play off!
When rude became crude the mood was screwed; the nude would have been pursued but you chewed on my wooed, you being shrewd, I was bruised. Did my stew bake your prude? Did I make you hunger for words boiled? The magnitude of my servitude protruded on your solitude. Your gratitude I conclude renewed on our longitude. I exclude the crude you accrued to exude I being subdued on your words spewed. Did my fortitude allude? Arrr! The interlude! The Play off to be continued...
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Added on January 11, 2016 Last Updated on January 11, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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