I’m a huntress of words,

   A trapper of rhymes

And a hoarder of phrases -

   Is that such a crime?


They’re here, in a box,

      See, under my bed?

Or would they be better

   In a cupboard instead?


Adjectives are noisy -

   But so are the verbs.

 Oh where else can I store

    Such a wide range of words?


I must creep very carefully

   As I pass my bed,

For if I’m not cautious

   They’ll pop into my head.


Oh dear!!!  What I dreaded -

    A writer’s worst fear! -

Well, I won’t sleep tonight

    That’s perfectly clear!!

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