I decided it was time to write some bad poetry. I’m trying to rival the Vogans.
It turns out that bad poetry is just painful in how bad it is to write. Still willing to read it? Don’t say i didn’t warn you!

Ode to Spring

Oh! Budding buds!

And Greening Browns

Leaping hop bugs

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