A found poem
(Found by me and "composed" by my father, who may or may not have been suffering from heat stroke, whilst listening to the Grieg piano concerto in the car.)
(Found by me and "composed" by my father, who may or may not have been suffering from heat stroke, whilst listening to the Grieg piano concerto in the car.)
They'd be so fast it'd be unbelievable.
The shrews would play those tiny violins so fast they'd be on fire,
And they'd be biting each other at the same time,
Jostling for position in the orchestra.
Of course, the movements would have to be short.
Shrews have to eat, like, every fifteen minutes.
But they could have a lot of movements.
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