Monday, August 12, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: Bodily Fluids

Felixy Felix, Felix D-W
The obvious rhyme to go here is ‘poo’
Felix, boy Felix, Felix W-D
Which inevitably means this line ends with wee

Riffing off a previous poem of mine about my nephew. This one, number 118, is significantly less mature. As might be expected I came up with these rhymes at the time, wisely decided not to use them, and now, short of poems, put them into use anyway.

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