i found myself a blueish goat
a scary thing, I began to bloat
and you undo responsorial hair
begin, refuse Juliet a shoe
If you hadn't already deduced this, the poem is not actually about lost love. Or, perhaps it is...
This was a poem Hunter and I wrote for poetry class. It had to have an A, A, B, C rhyme scheme and a certain meter. This was the result of much hard work and dedication. Hope you enjoyed it :)
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