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I planned on creating a verse To read aloud at my writing class, One which told of our universe And touched on problems of lad and lass. I now relate with much pity, That one perfectly good day was spent Pushing my way through the city, Onward towards a dental appointment. The next evening our P.T.A. Decided I was a volunteer� They had me trapped with an array Of cup-cakes and tea and kitchen cheer. Then a weekly obligation Owed to team-mates at the bowling lane, Filled me with exasperation About my fruitless writing campaign. At our Camp Fire Girls� coffee break, My unkind thoughts needed censorship, For I was one chosen to take Nine-teen girls on an overnight trip! When my precious spare time did come, A pal pleaded with winning discourse, That days full of sun and freedom Should be spent on the nearest golf course. Finally I hid in the den. Let�s all pause to consider my plight� I raised my trusty fountain pen �.. And could not think of a thing to write. |
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