It's an alright guise
It helped me win a prize
Pay no attention to my size
Just ask if I am wise
So quick of you to advise
Before I can apprise
You stand to watch me rise
After I have been abscised
Perhaps you will baptize
And hope to capsize
All that I chastise
And all that I cognize
This poem I comprised
Of all that you demised
All that you despised
And all that you devised
Why do you always demonize
Just to get a word in edgewise
If you truly wish to excise me
Why not just Graecize me
I Watch the moon rise
I reprise and revise
I get streetwise
And I stylize
I like rhymes!