Maureen

I’ve never really done this. I’m scared it might come true.

Once, I read all my poems to Maureen.
By the end, I found Maureen was snorin’.
When she woke, she said, “Lad,
Your poems aren’t bad;
It’s your voice – it’s so dreadfully borin. . .”

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