This is an exercise where a writer uses a cliche to create a poem.
She’s as fit as a fiddle,
wide at the edges, thin in the middle,
playing on vibrating strings
she barely keeps together all of the things.
Arranging, humming, squeaking, buffing
take care of her, don’t allow any scuffing!
*Graphic CC0 from Pixabay
Lovely poem! 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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