Sunday, July 20, 2014

When Uverse Goes Down I Shall Not Frown


A first draft of a poem I have written about my Internet Service Provider.  I am sorry the rhythm is off so for now lets just pretend this is blank verse.


      When Uverse Goes Down I Shall Not Frown 
      For to do so would be immature
      But I would be lying if I was denying
      That Uverse is a puddle of manure





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