Plastered

Well, Clay can be plastered to make a mold

And walls too for frescoes the paint to hold

We weep when plastered too soon & too old

But it’s liquor, not plaster, involved.

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We metaphorize in our so-human race

Infusing locution with power and grace

And a grin may get plastered all over a face

When a meter and rhyme puzzle’s solved.