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I’m always chasing word puns

up, down, all ‘round the town

I’m always falling on my buns

like a sad and frowning clown

to find the words that rhyme so

making my sonnet sound smart

it more than makes the time go

to make the horse before the cart

will I ever reach a conclusion

that brings sense and sensibility

without tripping and suffering confusion

that brings with it responsibility

these words jam up inside my head

grace be with me that I’m read