Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Agatha Christie
Anonymous
The arguing pair fancy with a sorrowful torn ligament
"Alms for the poor!" cried the keenly, amorous Agatha Christie
It bites with tempermental, lethargic abandon,
Figment of the imagination ? Never.. . The jousting went on
The day wearies, the hunting of killer whales is fruitless, come to my embrace
As he gazed into her eyes he observed "You don't sweat much for being so frigid."
Billowing, inventing, the author felt like a nurse.
Listless never, helpless never, but most certainly remembering
Cry, for the loss has fallen like a leaden C5-A upon you.


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