Poems are like hand-grenades,
Packed with puns & razor blades —
Going “Boom!”
When tossed in rooms,
Bursting into mar-ma-lade.
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Poems imitate hand-grenades,
Packed full of puns & old razor blades —
Made to go “Boom!”
When thrown in a room,
Turning it all into marmalade.
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