Written for the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest.
New York Rat.
Little Willie was afraid of mice;
He laid in bed nearly suffice,
His head on the pillow felt oddly flat,
As it was actually an obese New York rat.
The Car.
Little Willie rode his bike,
And as he rode, he spiked
Over a rock, and as he flocked
Didn’t see the oncoming car as it honked…
Scissors.
Little Willie had some scissors,
His mother said don’t cut into smithers,
Well, one day Little Willie realized he had five fingers
Some say to this day four on the ground still linger.
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Pseudopsychosis. 
15 responses to “Little Willie Poems.”
Love the last one, Lucy 🤪
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Hahaha! Thank you! 😁
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I like the discordance and disparity in continuity. <–not sarcasm
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Thanks!
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🙂
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Hehe, I love the tone of this, Lucy, it made me smile. Thank you also for posting my link in Promote a Writer on Thursday, too! I really appreciate your support. 🙂
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Glad you enjoyed. 😀
And it was my pleasure.
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Quite terrible. Good job!
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Why, thank you! 😀
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Seriously terrible. The last one 👍😄👏
Liked it. 👏
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Thank you! So glad you enjoyed. 😄
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You have a great way of writing sweet, and a great blog, thank you for all your kind visits, say hello, I wont bite lol.
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Thank you so much!
And yes, I will definitely drop by to say hello and leave a comment soon. Hahaha! I have enjoyed your content very much.
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