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a poem
A chapter in the book Random Rhyme and Petty Prose
A One Hundred Word Poem
by Bill Schott
Sometimes the contests become rather odd,
requiring the Devil, turkey bacon, and God;
with those three items in any known frame,
use unusual meter and give it a name.
The Devil went down to Terre Haute,
looking for some discount veal;
someone sold him a pig in a poke,
this scam made the poor Devil squeal.
Then God intervened with poultry bacon,
"Look at all the fuss you're makin';
You won't need to whine like a wee little boy,
eat this fake bacon, made from turkey or soy."
requiring the Devil, turkey bacon, and God;
with those three items in any known frame,
use unusual meter and give it a name.
The Devil went down to Terre Haute,
looking for some discount veal;
someone sold him a pig in a poke,
this scam made the poor Devil squeal.
Then God intervened with poultry bacon,
"Look at all the fuss you're makin';
You won't need to whine like a wee little boy,
eat this fake bacon, made from turkey or soy."
When you reach one hundred words, my friend,
then you will simply end.
then you will simply end.
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