The Play off!

The Play off!

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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playing with words that rhyme with rude!

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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...

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 11, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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