Grimbol is a word that I invented as poets that is one of the rites of passage to make new words. So the title is Grimbol:
Maniacal was the magic in the thimble of the nimble grimbol.
Panic brewed in the picnic basket that contained the key that lead to the door to nowhere.
Shattered was the thought of distraught.
Did that grimbol just pop out of a thimble?
Transparent are they not.
How did that gigantic grimbol come out of that tiny thimble.
Hot as a cube of ice on fire that grimbol zoomed right out of that thimble.
Caught that imbecile coming across the window sill.
The grimbol no er in the thimble snared the purloiner hung on a hook right next to the clock.
Grumbles did the grimbol the thief began to tremble.
Pinched a ring upon the sneaks discrimination the grimbol disappeared into his thimble.
My fault my fault my fault echoed the lowly looter.
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The virus has been stealing your words. Why don't you put your poem in the [poe m] format [ /poe m]
Grimbol
Maniacal was the magic in the thimble of the nimble grimbol.
Panic brewed in the picnic basket that contained the key that lead to the door to nowhere.
Shattered was the thought of distraught.
Did that grimbol just pop out of a thimble?
Transparent are they not.
How did that gigantic grimbol come out of that tiny thimble.
Hot as a cube of ice on fire that grimbol zoomed right out of that thimble.
Caught that imbecile coming across the window sill.
The grimbol no longer in the thimble snared the purloiner hung on a hook right next to the clock.
Grumbles did the grimbol the thief began to tremble.
Pinched a ring upon the sneaks discrimination the grimbol disappeared into his thimble.
© 2018 @Azzow2
Maniacal was the magic in the thimble of the nimble grimbol.
Panic brewed in the picnic basket that contained the key that lead to the door to nowhere.
Shattered was the thought of distraught.
Did that grimbol just pop out of a thimble?
Transparent are they not.
How did that gigantic grimbol come out of that tiny thimble.
Hot as a cube of ice on fire that grimbol zoomed right out of that thimble.
Caught that imbecile coming across the window sill.
The grimbol no longer in the thimble snared the purloiner hung on a hook right next to the clock.
Grumbles did the grimbol the thief began to tremble.
Pinched a ring upon the sneaks discrimination the grimbol disappeared into his thimble.
© 2018 @Azzow2
FrayedBear
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June 11, 2018
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@Azzow2 Poem formatting possibly prevents the fat virus from working.
@FrayedBear You mean plagiarized?
@azzow2 What do you mean by plagiarized? Not even stating your copyright as I have just done on the posted demonstration will stop a copy and paste.
@FrayedBear I misunderstood. Are you using a copyrighted program?
If I only knew about the copyright lost tons of poems. I had them on poetry.com and they were considered published. That website seemingly was abolished lost many poems.
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