I Started To See

I Started to See After writing many poems, I started to see Exactly why a woman would get made at me When evidently, apparently all of the evidence Had made them all wince and become so tense. Why blame women when my poem was pure trash Causing dander's to raise and then teeth to gnash After on each one my poem deliberately unloaded No wonder they went and completely exploded. My talented poems have all taken their tally So maybe next one around they all will rally But for reasons hard to explain I am cursed And most recent one ended up being my worst. All my poems meet with a downhill slide And what if all of them I had tried to hide Maybe over a cliff or in a scratchy haystack In future could meet with much more slack. For now I am on several things depending Most recent poem to Soup will be sending To be handled with kid gloves and tender Be enjoyed in grandeur with all their splendor. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran Forget about my ego and only concentrate on humor instead. Please, to Sign the petition go to:- A SNOWBALL for PEACE http://www.thepetitionsite.com/188/569/134/a-snowball- for-peace/#bbtw=510243396