September Poem 60: The Blue Bird of Happiness Bit Me on the Tit

Two birds submerged in

A blue wood. I took the one

That sounded like frost.

 

Tittering twitty

On a stick of wit he sat

That little blue tit.

 

In defense of wit,

That little bird likes any

Word that rhymes with tit.

 

 

 

 

Witty

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