My chosen poem for today is by an anonymous author but one that I think is rather amusing.
Bookworm A worm ate words. I thought that wonderfully Strange - a miracle - when they told me a crawling Insect had swallowed noble songs, I night-time thief had stolen writing So famous, so weighty. But the bug was foolish Still, though its belly was full of thought. Anon
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