Frolicking in foggy thought, ideas collide,
Rhymes tumble down, like a rollercoaster ride.
Incessantly laughing at the words we try to weave,
Every line a masterpiece, or so we believe.
Numerous attempts that veer off the page,
Delighting in madness, our creative cage.
Some lines are profound, others fit for a laugh,
We search for the meaning, not sure what we’ve half.
Rhyming “cat” with “hat”—the brilliance ignites,
Intrigued by our thoughts just like starlit nights.
Trodding through verses, like butter on toast,
Every word like pure magic, floating coast to coast.
Dancing in circles, our pens move so free,
Prized of our laughter, this high poetry spree!
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