May4 Better Left Unsaid Posted on May 4, 2025 by Mystertim Standard I was sitting there unblinking, Rhyming shears that were a-pinking. Then my brain began a-thinking, How this poem was a-stinking. 05/04/2025 Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
Blithe Poetry 