Desire My Entire Satire

There may be many poets who do desire, To read and enjoy all of my entire satire; Did disturb; Found on curb, Like some garbage that started to sour. Jim Horn Writing my poems have always enjoyed, Presuming that with you will be annoyed; Throwing in trash with thought we toyed. While in wheelchair appeared to be short Of any common sense needed in a court, Neck craned; Back sprained; Who we doubt even God should support. Sharks have been know to be awful cruel; Like to crunch up people in swimming pool; Good by waving, When shaving; Play sad piano music forgot to bring stool. Jim Horn Will just put all of my poems into one to allow for room to approach 7,000.