Poems that rhyme
are like bologna without the thyme,
chimes that chime,
endless nights.
Herrings that swim in line.
Snot and slime.
When you know I’m hot.
Stand up not. Don’t tackle
with a lot of obstacles and advice.
Warning Poem no. 329
Poems shouldn’t obligate. Particularly not poems of warning.
Why do warnings inflate, is the bag of poems desolate?
Writing poems is not a chore. Writing poems is so much more.
Else Andersen
