The Ps
For the sake of beginning the Ps
I'm prattling and pre-empting you
Just a prelude of precised sentiments
Yet to come ; not more, only a few
A P-poison plodding all over me
The Ps being the pilgrims in my dreams
And making an (un)anticipated plea
Pipped and pissed up at the very end
The pious of Ps was (fairly) pitiful
The pleading voice was not heard at all
After all my pranks, some one does rule
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