Had Been Hornified

Had Been Hornified My each poem was poor and had a blemish Quite a few which I hope would diminish More poems I wrote people loved and lauded As each poem was read they even applauded. By important process poems were perfected It was my own self who process selected; Not only where my poems being glorified With great honor and humor were Hornified. There were a few my poems started trashing When all I wanted was some compassion Last time all my poems I had taken count Were steadily increasing and are a fair amount. Thousand poems was magic total that I wanted Down several more subjects by me was hunted Wanted poems to motivate and no one impeding And up to what does this look like it is leading? When by you my poems had been first sighted To copy any of my things would be delighted But after using mine I would be horrified If you didn't say they recently were Hornified. Ho, Ho, Ho, Horn James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran