By Benjamin Shapiro
Once upon a time

I came up with a rhyme

It was too cliche 

So I threw it all away. 
But the rhyme kept taunting,

Echoing, and haunting 

The halls of my mind,

A poltergeist unkind. 
Round and round it revolved

Until it finally evolved 

From cliche into sublime

A most original rhyme. 
Inspired I grabbed paper

Down the hall I did caper

To my favorite writing spot,

And when I got there…
I plum forgot.

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