Not a Poet, I know it ~ Limerick StewA Poem by DyeRated 'E' for Everyone....Decided to write a Limerick The words I chose were a little sick I tried to stay clean But got too obscene I gave up and said...the heck with it! Or perhaps a new Send-Jew-Rue Or maybe a simple Hi-Coo But aren't they the same? Just two different names? To whatever you say... screw you! Have opted to go Free Verse Stumbled and started to curse Going to slow Words didn't flow Better off left to rehearse Much nicer to call it a Prose Like the sweet, sweet scent of a rose But that crap was stinking The heck was I thinking I’d much rather pierce my nose I throw out some words that might rhyme But I never put in the time Fill them with fluff Never real stuff True poets must find this a crime Call it whatever you want I have no talent to flaunt But I typed up this poem From a seat in my home And added a stupid font Sometimes I need a good slap Instead you stand and you clap But what can I say You’ve brightened my day Thank you for reading my crap © 2013 DyeAuthor's Note
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