FORGIVE ME

FORGIVE ME I ask that you do forgive me, please Judging poems is no spiffing wheeze Needing some skills but no degrees As reading always takes some time Seeking syllable counts and rhyme Few are trash or destined to be ash Maybe haute cuisine or rice’n’peas Some clever wording can still tease Upon le mot juste to quickly seize And good free verse is not a crime Any voice is preferred over mime If too brash, then teeth will gnash As emotions will flow in the breeze Some words bring me to my knees Meaning is lost without those keys I am older, no longer in my prime Choosing winners is a hill to climb Sorry no cash, but I must now dash