My Rhyming's Inane
Ho-hum, another poem
Need a rhyme -- Carpe diem
Some ask why...tra-la-la
Ordered pizza cooked by Lisa
I was a poet, but then I blew it
Cursed my editor; it didn't matter
'Cos now I'm a rich, son-of-a-beach
I got me a gig in the major leagues
I heard a rumor that life's a bummer
And that marathoners have no sense of humor
My ox, a horse gored; I was super-scared
But I turned the horse into horse-radish sauce
Non-sequiturs? -- Who the hell cares?
Smokey the Bear put out a fire here...
My rhyming's inane, you've doubtless opined
This objective in mind, to reach readers unseen
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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