When my friend, whose name is Jane
Composed a poem while on a train,
And I said, “your verse is too terse”,
She really did curse,
As we’d boarded the wrong train!
A creative writing coach named Wong
Said, “your poems are all wrong!”.
But when I did it his way
My readers did say,
“Your writing is very Wong!”.
As I lay in my bath soaking.
I felt a most painful poking,
Which caused me to glare
At a comedian named Claire,
Who maintains she was only joking!
There was a young man named Paul
Who said, “all empires, one day, fall”.
My friend Jill
Lives on a hill,
But that’s nothing to do with Paul!
On my way through the churchyard at midnight
I saw a young lady in white.
She sat on a post
Eating hot buttered toast,
And one grave it yawned empty that night.
I wanted to write a poem most serious
But, fearing it would be deleterious,
I wrote a very bad verse,
Causing my readers to curse,
Which really was very serious!
When a young lady in a bonnet
Composed a very fine sonnet,
And they said, “that doesn’t quite rhyme”,
She replied, “that is no crime”,
Then left to change her bonnet!
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When a young lady in a bonnet
Composed a very fine sonnet,
And they said, “that doesn’t quite rhyme”,
She replied, “now I have the time,
I shall be right back on it!”.
