I’m late, I don’t want to debate
I guess I should capitulate
Sometimes I just can’t relate
All we seem to do is hate
I will give it to you straight
Record this while I dictate
If I could only get a date
With that cutie named Kate
I heard she is dating Nate
That guy from Kuwait
I should probably cut some weight
And not eat all the food on my plate
My ideas are innate and they make me irate
I can’t conjugate, concentrate, or translate
All I do is conflate, collate and dilate
I am in such a state, it does not equate
Put me in a crate and lock the gate
Get me on the interstate and ship me as freight
I will await my fate to become great
If I get a clean slate, then I can skate
Written FOWC with Fandango – Capitulate.
You appear to be suffering from extreme ate!
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Something is clearly wrong with me.
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I love your poetry Jim! 🤣🤣🤣
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I will be the first one to admit my poetry is awful, but thanks for trying to make me feel good Christine.
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You are always entertaining Jim ☺️
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Bravo, Jim. 👏
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Thanks, but I was just keeping myself busy.
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That’s just great, mate.
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The things I do to prevent boredom amaze me.
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