I don’t generally like found poetry. Oh sure, when it’s done as a joke, it’s kind of cute. But there are some people who treat found poetry as a true-and-good art form, which I think is a bit cheap and uninteresting, mostly, and is not nearly as exciting as one person creating the words truly on his or her own.

However, this found poem struck me in a good way, probably because of the last line.

And then, of course, good ol’ Rummy is a veritable goldmine of found poetry.

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