The Trim Trimmer Show 2019

Poems I write may make me look a dunce so I’m going to take my time for once See if this brain is with impotence Or when strained there’s difference A stanza with 2 rhymes in each line Not a bonanza ringing holy wind chimes Near poem ends I can be guilty of decline As I fill those lines with absent mind I write rhymes like Mussolini runs trains track under me at ease with no strains a beat never stationed retains as these witty words entertain I write rhymes in a rush you must believe me my mind doesn’t pull or push it just feeds free like it’s fresh out the clutch with liberty delivering the power of a Christmas Tree Weak that be Oh well stay with me Yet to peak So stay and peek My poetry goes like a river full of life and litter flowing on the surface but underneath you’ll shiver long winded and surplus or a trouble digger It’s a revelation that I can levitate with perfect coordination as I demonstrate how to elevate my general state and infatuate exceeding expectations with no waste for you to slate nor complications creating a miss communicate I’m passionate and it fascinates don’t concentrate at faster rates Spasitating as I gasperate like a wordsmith that exaggerates robbed and at the magistrates this rhyme here annihilates crashes down and shakes it’s point is hard to state See most of my poems make me seem a dunce So I thought I’d go and take my time for once See if my pen has ink that spunks Or if I’m a unique simple punk.