Bad Dreams

Bad Dreams To write another poem, I now do propose But how long before the words decompose And maybe my style be required to change Being that current one seems so strange. If I am to be a Master Poet and Planner How long and wide must be my banner And much tanner I may have to be When I wore a bikini to see most of me. How about numbers game we should be playing In our poems, you and my age start displaying And when is it required that you be an antique? Before your poems stand out and reach a peak. Finally: Read my poems, people will cease, desist and dread, Caused bad dreams when they were asleep in bed.