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Word War Three
The girls are shooting rhythm
In perfect shots of time.
King Clifford leads his army
All marching to his rhyme!
Jody flags Prince Marvin
And steals his cowboy boots,
Then grabs and stabs his poetry
And aims and fires and shoots!
Katydid shouts her nonsense
And bangs him on the head.
King Clifford tries to rescue,
But Prince Marvin's words are dead!
Michelle swirls her sweetness
And blasts Cliff's stinky verse.
King Clifford is unhappy
Now his rhyms are getting worse!
Joy flashes clever crispness
And kills his dreary words.
Prince Marvin feels a flutter
And fears these clever birds!
Ken and Ron stand smiling
At all this smoke and fire,
As the ladies shoot their poetry
And seem to never tire!
King Clifford folds in panic
As he gets poetic block,.
Prince Marvin starts to tremble
Speechless with jaw lock!
Joy Weare.
17th August, 2005.
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