The Zoo
ravens, writing desks
inky black quills
the farmer only reaps
long after she tills
and the sun also rises
or so I’ve been told
but honey, it’s dark out
and it’s getting cold
writing desks, ravens
oh, where is lenore?
the ground will soon thaw
she will melt from the core
bread and circuses
they ate all the cake
while the farmer pulls weeds
with a short handled rake
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Love the rhyme scheme and the connection between Edgar Allan Poe and Lewis Carroll!
I really enjoyed reading this.
So good at innovative rhymes!