lost and forgotten juveniles poems: Anomalies: A story’s spare

 Playing with words, a coward,
Dies in rhymes, so humble.
A thick pall of unfortunity,
With a sick snare for tumble.

Loath of meat surmounts the skeleton,
Who rides the heart, often mistaken.
There goes Cupid,
Aiming like a stupid,
Misses the arrow —
And falls into pits of sorrow.

Drunken Cupid, too late to dare,
Anomalies are all the story’s spare