Scrabble Poetry #1
Water in the vat, it’s dew,
but not in a drop.
Vats sealed with wax,
carved from a stick of yew.
A view, avocado by day.
A boa told to wait,
pulling my bow,
I’ll aim to the sky
and let the arrow fly.
Not to kill, just to hit a cob.
A ruby star, meow.
Crystal ice, a map inside
who knows? Not I.
I can’t hear your horn toot,
my foot, or toe is stuck
in this old key fob.
Nifty boat, a boot of tin,
ten of them. A cent’s worth,
I’m deaf, what’s debt?
You’re daft, you say.
A zoo that can fizz, a zit,
a bit, a zulu, a yurt.
You’re hurt, clean out
that dirt, quick, I’ll quiz you.
but not in a drop.
Vats sealed with wax,
carved from a stick of yew.
A view, avocado by day.
A boa told to wait,
pulling my bow,
I’ll aim to the sky
and let the arrow fly.
Not to kill, just to hit a cob.
A ruby star, meow.
Crystal ice, a map inside
who knows? Not I.
I can’t hear your horn toot,
my foot, or toe is stuck
in this old key fob.
Nifty boat, a boot of tin,
ten of them. A cent’s worth,
I’m deaf, what’s debt?
You’re daft, you say.
A zoo that can fizz, a zit,
a bit, a zulu, a yurt.
You’re hurt, clean out
that dirt, quick, I’ll quiz you.
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