Once to me came a fool, oh! He thought he was such a tool,

He said he was a poo-et, and he was determined to show it,

He dully droned on and on, dear lord it made me yawn,

Recited poem one after the other, him I really wanted to smother,

‘How to write a poem,’ he said, I swear my ears nearly bled,

‘I’ll be glad to tell you now,’ to let him continue I couldn’t allow,

‘Poetry is all balderdash you know; I’m actually a taekwondo pro’

‘I can’t do thou art thee,’ saying thus I did speedily flee.


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