Red Drivel
My love’s like red, red wine
When fortified,
Port, bold as a stop sign
You must abide.
No, not that red, redbird that flew
Off with a red, red song:
I am resounding a--b-lue,
b-lue--bird all day long!
The red, red storm-alert scared us to death,
Until it proved so often a red-herring
Bellowing doom, it lost all power of scaring:
We ran as much as we now save our breath.
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Last edited by Erik Olson; 10-16-2017 at 06:05 PM.
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