Illustration Friday has spoken, this week’s work is poem, and so I have written one. Here it is:
The Worlds Worst Poem
Ive been a writer all my life,
From childhood till I took a wife
And one thing that has caused me strife
Is that no word rhymes with “purple.”
You could write all day and all night
From sunset until dawns first light
You could work and curse, swear and fight
But theres nothing that rhymes with “month.”
I met a guru in Pakistan
Hed gone from Rome to Khazikstan,
Wherever he went, this great man
Still couldnt find a rhyme for “orange.”
This is the moral of my tale:
You can try, but to no avail,
To rhyme some words youll always fail,
Tho they pay you in gold and silver.