Had Been Hornified
Had Been Hornified
My each poem was poor and had a blemish
Quite a few which I hope would diminish
More poems I wrote people loved and lauded
As each poem was read they even applauded.
By important process poems were perfected
It was my own self who process selected;
Not only where my poems being glorified
With great honor and humor were Hornified.
There were a few my poems started trashing
When all I wanted was some compassion
Last time all my poems I had taken count
Were steadily increasing and are a fair amount.
Thousand poems was magic total that I wanted
Down several more subjects by me was hunted
Wanted poems to motivate and no one impeding
And up to what does this look like it is leading?
When by you my poems had been first sighted
To copy any of my things would be delighted
But after using mine I would be horrified
If you didn't say they recently were Hornified.
Ho, Ho, Ho, Horn
James Thomas Horn,
Retired Veteran
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