Aimone, a Spherean poet
has posted on Rhymed Repartee.
His wit? He hoped he cold show it
but frittered his rhymes all away
with poems of lace and of leather
and needles both crooked and old.
Then Quince wished his feet to be better
and shorter, if truth need be told.
Next Roger jumped into the fray
and exhausted his listing of rhyme
but Henry comes back right away
and responds to the scurrilous slime.
Then others come on to roast Joey
who asked to be given some flack
in verses of iamb or trochee
so he can give some of it back.
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