Wrong Path and Wrath

Wrong Path and Wrath Going down wrong path Could be cause of so much wreath, Frost said to his horse. It was a big deal Frost forgot to bring his meal; Writes poems that appeal. What I like best about a poem Is how it will wiggle like a worm Seeking a place in my mind So pass salt and do be kind. Remember Do and Don't Be's And how wax is made by bees. My poems who made wise cracks Said it is was none of my bee's wax. Jim Horn Once was in London near a bridge Of someone's statue saw a smidge Who was a lord I still do believe; Aha! Name Nelson he did receive Was then when I fell off a lidge. Now why would spell-check put red line under my lidge. Oh, either ledge, lodge, liege. Spell check to me did besiege.