I’ll sit and write a poem real quick.
But first which topic should I pick?
Flowers will do, for oddly enough
Women really love that stuff!
They’ll see me as a romantic man
Will love me and want to hold my hand.
I’ll be the darling of Elite Poetry
Ladies from England will invite me to tea!
So without any further ado
I wrote this one just for you!
My love is like red red rose
That’s newly sprung in June
Oh! Wait a minute! This isn’t mine.
This happens each and every time
When an old poem I read returns.
Dam, that sucks! That really Burns.
I however remain undaunted
Begin again about Birds quite haunted
Everyone likes our fine feathered friends
And a write like this will achieve my ends.
Once upon a midnight dreary
While I pondered weak and weary
My fist to heaven is ragefully wavein’
Well, no use in this ranting and Raven.
Aha! Now I have it, I’ll write an epic
That tells a story so very heroic
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley Death
Rode the six hundred
Crap! Must be careful for I am afraid,
I’ll provoke a Charge of the Poetry Brigade.
Sorry to all, for wasting your time.
Too many poems are on my mind.
My muse has left – not my choice
So here I sit without a voice
And so now I must say a’dieu
And wish a good night to all of you
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
Awh shit! I quit!!!!