He forgot to write this day’s verse
So instead they sent me

I’m not a flirting poet
So that’s all you’ll hear from me

He’d have sung odes of the holes in some cheese
Or of the smell of the far-flung breeze

Always writing of the things that aren’t there
If you’ll excuse me, I’d rather de-clog the toilet

For I’m just the janitor here

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