Parental Advisory

HEAR YE. HEAR YE. HERE WE
PROPOSE TO POSIT PROSE POETRY
FORMING FORMS OF CONTINUOUS CONNECTIVITY
TO COMMUNICATE CONSIDERABLE
CONTEMPLATIVE REFLECTIVITY.


SIMPLY PUT, WE POSE THIS WHERE
PROSE POETRY IS WHAT YOU’LL HEAR
WHEN WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT
WHILE READING SUCH RHYME WONDERMENTS
AS OFT WE’VE WROUGHT, AND REVEALED THUSLY
EACH WHIT OF WIT WRITTEN HIERONYMOUSLY.

I’m A Little Teapot

I’m thinking of a number, so I guess you’ll do the same,
and by guessing I’m suggesting myself thinking of a name,
as any thinking person would. It’s good to think. Suppose
some numbers unencumbered someone’s slumbering nose,
and snores bore through the silence, would such violence awaken
you to write what this invites, or has my faith been shaken?

I'm a little Teapot, short and stout. 
I've got love handles, so I work out. 
When I get all steamed up, there's no doubt 
I'll sweat a lot along my route. 

I'm a little teapot, short and stout. 
Do you know what this verse is about? 
When you see a teapot, do you doubt 
its content as it's pouring out? 



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