Vermice’s wrath is like hiccups;
it flutters in the buttercups.
Vermice’s ire is like Lufrane;
it runs and then it runs again.
Vermice’s mad is like Vermom’s;
it scorns Verdad but never harms.
Vermice’s anger is like mine;
its good or bad, but never fine.
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I like this Vermice poem, I like that it implies a connection betwixt Vermice and Lufrane
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Vermice as Poetry! The Ver-tone carries through in the new form Ver-y nicely.
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