I don’t write poetry – I write rhyme,
in simple verse to pass the time.
Metric feet I do not know,
just barely dip my metric toe.
Sonnett, bonnett, fawn it, dawn it,
close enough to rhyme with vomit.
Stanza, panza, danza, lanza,
many words a rhyme bonanza.
To those my rhymes just might offend,
I say to kiss a pigs rear end.