In a haze, our words danced with glee,
As we rolled up some thoughts, just a spree.
With a giggle and rhyme,
We misplaced the right time,
And wrote about squirrels drinking tea.
Our verses were lofty, absurd,
Like a cat that just fancied a bird.
With each puff we would swoon,
'Neath the light of the moon,
And forgot all the lines we preferred.
But we laughed till we cried, in a fit,
For our rhythm was... well, quite unlit.
Yet one gem rang so true,
“Let’s blog about glue!”
As we stumbled on words, bit by bit.
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