Ow-oo

[dukealien]

Inspired and ceded by What about (pigpenpoetry.com)


Ow-oo


Why get wound
around the axle, hound?
The sound you’ve found
and met with a bound
was my coming around
to the pound
of aches after I downed
many whiskeys and drowned
my sorrows.  Unwound
I may be, and beclowned
you can see.  This will not redound
to my credit, they said it:
best look underground
where sovereigns abound
for where bank rates compound
Jack, you’ve suffered
a wound
finely tuned
your limbs are all pruned
you’re washed up, marooned
in September, they crooned,
out of luck,
harvest mooned.

No rhyming dictionaries or thesauri were harmed.

[Knot]

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Well played, sir. Well played.

I particularly liked the misdirection of 'pound' - nicely done (not forgetting 'harvest mooned'.)

Couldn't help yourself with credit/said it? I understand.


Best, Knot

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