tiny foldable ditties

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tiny foldable ditties ( seittid elbadlof ynit )

sing a song of epics stunted
written by a flea with glee

spittle spurts of verses blunted
penned or pencilled spidery

scribbles tucked within a pocket
kissing keys & chiming there

rhymes inside a little locket
nestled with the pubic hair

of a lover or a stranger
or beneath a dunce’s cap

musicals on scraps of paper
crumpled odes that overlap

not a novel or a cycle
not a sonnet – spank the lord

just the custard of a trifle
– this is where the treasure’s stored

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