No odes to write
I don’t know what I’m doing
I have no odes to write.
I’m sitting here and stewing
A most frustrated sight!
I know what I’ll do now!
I’ll just sit here and wait
And write about a brown cow
Going through a gate!
I know it is a waste of time
But what am I to do
My poor old brain is full of rhyme
As I sit here and stew!
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