(I am Waiting)
I am drizzle
to slap some imitations
of buzz
by recollecting my gasp childhood
mumble I am waiting
for the meow mornings to come again
for some flutter of unpremeditated art
to swing my typewriter
and I am waiting to twist
the great whip poem
and I am mumble
for the last long clink
and I am perpetually zap
for the fleeting lovers on the Grecian splash
to catch each bang at last
and clatter
and I thump awaiting
perpetually clap forever
a swish of wonder
Usually the replacement makes the poem completely nonsensical, but you've got some replacements that actually work if you were making a different poem. Meow mornings. Hehehee.
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