Monday, November 3, 2025

A Weird Little Alliterative Nonsense Poem...

Creatures crawl out of the crud
Created by the careless crafting
Of crude and cruel concoctions.
Creeping forth from corrupted cradles,
Croaking a croupy cacophony,
Crook-backed critters catch crackpots
And crush their crap-filled craniums.

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