A Well Engineered Poem

See the crying of the poet, I think he's angry at the mowatt. He finds it hard to see the troll, Overshadowed by the tiny sausage roll. Who is that hating near the Trump? I think she'd like to eat the diffusion pump. She is but a yellow abbess, Admired as she sits upon a labus. Her cold car is just a snot, It needs no gas, it runs on lot. She's not alone she brings a Bible, a pet snake, and lots of geibel. The snake likes to chase a God, Especially one that's in the assad. The poet shudders at the painful catholic He want to leave but she wants the non-catholic.