Oh, no, here it comes again
Plagued
by that same nagging score,
Like
that fussy Fuller Brush Man
Knock-knock-knocking
on my door
Like
the (ding-dong) Avon lady
Hawking,
squawking evermore,
Runs
around in circles like
A
rowboat sculled by just one oar.
If
I say it oft enough
Perhaps
you’ll take it to be true.
Not
so sure if that reflects
More
shamefully on me or you.
But
many pacts and promises are
Rubber-stamped
without a clue
Because
some unrelenting fool
Refused
to drop the other shoe.
In
truth of truth, to close a plan and
Bring
it to fruition
Requires
a resolute someone
Persistent
in his mission.
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