I Call this Poem!

You can’t have this poem. I called it first. Shotgun. No do-overs. Can’t be reversed. It’s mine—finders keepers. It’s mine—pinky swear. It’s mine—losers weepers. Sorry. Life isn’t fair. I thought it first. I went and picked it. You sure you still want it? That’s why I licked it. -M.M.  

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Riddle

  Riddle   A compendium of trinkets Cleverly arranged To terrify the blinking, Backward, and estranged. Call it reverse amnesia, Call it spoil-sport, But the rarest of all riddles Is that with no retort. -M.M.

Sanity

Sanity sanity vanity, varnish tarnish, tertiary, terrier ferrier, fairy, fairly, flare, care, carrot, carol, careful, careless, hairless, hapless, happy, hoppy, harpy, harp, sharp, shard, shed, shelter skelter, skeleton, scan, man, manatee sanity -M.M.

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