Nonsense

I hit the ground,

Running as a hound,

Faster than sound,

On to the mound.

 

They sped away at last,

Memories past,

Like the great plains vast,

Lightning fast.

 

I reached the top,

My hair a fluffy mop,

On it a dew drop,

I could see the green crop.

 

I came back to town,

Changed into my gown,

And am writing it down,

Ain’t I a clown?

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