Rhymezone

I respect only poets Who know how to rhyme Warm, fuzzy writings That read just like mine. Other forms are too easy Like spending a dime Don’t bother to read them They’re wasting my time. For example the Beatniks Ginsberg, Kerouac or Sinclair Stoned out of their minds, For them I don’t care. It’s about velvet, lilies, the sun and the moon Which inspire true poets To rhyme and to bloom. So please let’s not argue Which poet’s the best I dream about verses, The hell with the rest.