Friday, June 08, 2018


I woke up stuck in a rhyme. It started with pool and drool. It would sound more interesting if I said it came to me in a vivid dream. It was more of a waking thought.

I’m just a silly fool
But not to be cruel
For I know the rule
Where there’s a pool of drool
I clean with cashmere wool

I wish I knew better
Of how to treat a sweater

My idea rhymes but doesn’t actually work well.

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