Many More Horn Poems

Many More Horn Poems Had looked like a light brown cow; And did know it was her somehow; Climb could not; Even when hot; We could tell by each long eye brow. Of what can a profound poem consist? Subjects am sure come from long list; Though am inept; Challenge accept; Write them have found it hard to resist. Horn haiku with limericks have become, Poetry you pull out like a purple plum; God did invite, Poem to write; Ate one and to spare still have some. Perfect example other poets have set; When both their minds and mine met; Persue pleasure, We do treasure; Come into my mind each poem did let. After daily poems were over and done, Had a hard time picking out which one; Will peruse, For abuse; You may sing having been home spun. While we had gathered up so much moss, Ended up with while soon coming across; Hard as stone, My pie alone; For more words were at a complete loss. When my poems by other poets do read, Sweat on my forehead did start to bede; My poems do adore; Much more in store; Actually would like me to be in the lead. When poems were selected and disected, What we suspected after being inspected; We were up tight; Put in grave site; Not respected and needed to be corrected. Poets had always seemed so benovolent; And from God in heaven they were sent; Poems neared; Then appeared; Read many of them much time have spent. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet