Oh goodness I'm onto page three.
This blog's a mistake I now see.
Should I just keep writing,
Endlessly fighting,
To produce a sweet repartee?
--==oOo==--
Disconcerting rhymes are my forte,
Writing another is like a sortie.
Except they ain't planned with precision,
Rather writ bad and read with derision.
So ok they ain't exactly well planned,
Could have been written in anyone's hand.
Or is that insulting to too many people,
Making you want to curl up all foetal?
Well sorry if so, you know how it is,
Ever defying your analyses.
But does that all matter, I'd say not,
If for my rhymes you have a soft spot.
Of course that suggests that your mind is wonky,
Or maybe a poetry dilettante.
But worry yourself not if this be the case,
Just write your own and start an arms race!
I really ought to simply settle my hash,
Instead of having yet one more bash.
At being rude to my insecure self,
I'm only doing it for my mental health.
This blog's a mistake I now see.
Should I just keep writing,
Endlessly fighting,
To produce a sweet repartee?
--==oOo==--
Disconcerting rhymes are my forte,
Writing another is like a sortie.
Except they ain't planned with precision,
Rather writ bad and read with derision.
So ok they ain't exactly well planned,
Could have been written in anyone's hand.
Or is that insulting to too many people,
Making you want to curl up all foetal?
Well sorry if so, you know how it is,
Ever defying your analyses.
But does that all matter, I'd say not,
If for my rhymes you have a soft spot.
Of course that suggests that your mind is wonky,
Or maybe a poetry dilettante.
But worry yourself not if this be the case,
Just write your own and start an arms race!
I really ought to simply settle my hash,
Instead of having yet one more bash.
At being rude to my insecure self,
I'm only doing it for my mental health.
