A Poem About Sequel-ing Stories

Major Transgression Was etched in a charcoal discretion That could be drawn in many different directions And spawn plenty of uncanny collections Of thought "How to respond?" I thought, "I ought to explore my perplexions" Distribute them in a tight ficly section This story simply needs a more thickly + thorough inspection! It shouldn't be dismissed too quickly-- It's prickly hooks Took my mind's coat and books By the nooks! Inspiring quite a story to write I might even go back and take a better look!