Desire My Entire Satire
There may be many poets who do desire,
To read and enjoy all of my entire satire;
Found on curb,
Like some garbage that started to sour.
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,
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,
Play sad piano music forgot to bring stool.
Will just put all of my poems into one
to allow for room to approach 7,000.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2019