Tuesday, April 4, 2017


Like Marry Poppins, I set out
to invent a word of my own
Imagination ran particularly low
So, I sat there with a frown.

While others create with ease,
I stumble and struggle in woe
I decry the need for design
While seeds of my word, I sow.

A follower shall spew them 
Not make one for posterity
There, that is my end result.
A display of lack of ability. 

Prompt #4:  Write a poem with a word or words that you make up.

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