Poem · poetry · Uncategorized

Well…

I think it’s a fair tale to tell
There was a well,
Not too well.
What was in it was,
A hard thing to tell.
It shouted back,
If anyone would yell.
At this well
That scoundrel
Bid me farewell.
With that pride of his
Up to the swell.
It was a cold winter night
So my tears turned to gel
So still no one could tell
What was in that well.

 

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