Challenge
Prose battle. Create a war with yourself. Commit it to ink.
Jimmy Crack Corn
The hound dog did this all night long-
He barked and howled a horrid song
Until I rose with no relief
And suffered from my sleepless grief.
The matter was a simple sport-
The neighbors were at odds, of sort
And one had such a lovely thing
In heat that made the hound dog sing!
The morning I arose to find
The lonely doggies bump and grind
Because I had released the noose-
The night before, I turned them loose
As wanton lust was made to do,
I sat and watched the hound dogs screw.
The neighbors called the cops on me,
But I just used fatigue, my plea,
And nothing filed and nothing charged-
The two dogs loved and in I barged
To find a place my heart could keep
As after weeks, I got some sleep ...
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