There once lived a writer, a bad bad writer; With paper in the hand and litter in the mind. Through thesaurus he skimmed, to complicate every word. The and they he googled, to sound like a nerd. Not common as insignificant, He sounded only absurd; Not rare as brilliant, no, definitely, not a nerd. “AlliterationContinueContinue reading “Bad writer ballad”
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