74 – Awful

Poem number 74
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Awful
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The sky is awful blue today
The sun is awful bright
The clouds are awful fluffy
And this poem’s awful shite
The lines are awful short today
The rhythm’s awful poor
The scanning’s awful dodgy
It’s just awful, nothing more
Awful awful awful awful
Awful awful bad
Just well and truly awful
Now it’s done I’m awful glad.