For Michael..
Michael, dear you do so inspire me
I’ve never seen this light before!
But did you know in formal poetry
Writing can become such an awful chore?
ta Tum ta Tum ta Tum ta Tum
Reminds me of something quite queer
An ugly brown cow chewing gum
Or perhaps banging an old steer?
So now my glee is at an end…
No more butt jokes sadly its done.
I’m chained to this meter I can’t pretend
That I am having too much fun.
But if you prefer again to talk about ass,
I won’t get upset or say you’ve no class.
Michael
you can try not
to be such a stick in
the mud. Try one of these maybe?
Chicken?
Just a note back to my sloppy rhyme!
Isn't the point here to have a good time?
I didn't read a rule that said
we must use meter, honestly I'd rather be dead!
In fact if I can quote what I read this is true:
Carol said: "Do whatever you want to do."

J/k
[This message has been edited by Melalope (edited May 04, 2002).]