Misplaced words
Word's are never obsoleteJust nefariously put aside
Until you decide to spout em
Then there useful in a rhyme
The word's they play
As though once written
By some great sage
Some forgotten over age
I've never thought of myself,
As a purveyor of old words.
But a poet like me called Ken,
Like to use them again and again,
And again and again and again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-09-16 at 01:25
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