The bird broke my concentration
when he pecked the door.
“Anatomy of Melancholy”
from my fingers fell.
Closed, it hit the floor.
This black-frocked messenger
Sent to me from hell,
No tidings will he bring of her,
Only flights of torment,
And nothingmore.
Oh, this is priceless!
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Thanks, LOL!
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I’m surrounded by punsters; might as well join in.
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Nice second half to Charley’s poem.
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Thanks!
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