Sense Sonnet - Pumper
I Rock on All Poetry
A big boulder atop a hill,
I was chipped off of this old block
By a lightning bolt as it will.
A Cheerio look a like rock
That bolt did bore a hole in me,
And then storm winds blew me away,
Into a flower bed to be,
'Mid pretty pebbles on display,
Those pretty pebbles scorned me cuz
I looked different from them all.
I was proud of the way I was.
After while destiny did call.
Some human fingers picked me up.
I'm now a poem contest, yup!
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