While surfing the net one's browser was sent
To an amusing metrical forum.
The poets, well versed, were substantially cursed
With a certain lack of decorum.
Poems of vows made to scared sheep and cows
During intense copulation,
Beating dead horses, abusing their corpses
And all forms of gross flagellation.
Gastronomical verse followed by terse
Bevies of hyphens - misplaced!
Descriptive facets of Gabrielle's assets
With a debate on heavenly grace.
One's mind was fraught with Freudian thoughts,
But epiphany bloomed from what's written here.
After all that I've roamed, this place feels like
home...
I certainly hope I'll fit in here
.