There once was a poor rhymer named Gus
Who, on becoming overwhelmed with wickedness and lust,
Entered a house of ill repute
Where he played upon his flute.
As the girls sang, “poetry, ‘tis but dust!”.
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K Morris - Poet 
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I’m glad you like my poem, Michael. Best wishes. Kevin
Indeed, Kevin! Thank you for writing them. xx
I enjoy writing both humorous and other kinds of poetry, Michael. Life is full of laughter, tears and many shades in between, and I enjoy writing all kinds of poetry. All the best. Kevin
Thank you, Kevin! Yes, this seems to be a writers and poets duty! 😉 Enjoy a nice day! Michael