Doggerel is the way to go
Going to master the art
In the bad poetry show
Useless lyrics
Worthless rhyme
I’m getting better
Just give me time
Ditties are crazy
Limericks funny
Writing doggerel
I’m on the money.
Hey ****** ******
The cat had a piddle
All over the kitchen floor
The little dog laughed
To see such fun so
The cat did a little bit more.
Are these the words of a
Doggerel poet
I’m  not very good and
I think I know it.

I read some poetry
I don’t understand
Haven’t got a clue
So do forgive me if
I do not review.
I would not no if
Poetry is good or bad
No empathy no apathy
I think I’m always sad
I wish to think I must
Not upset
About others poetry
I just don’t get.

All wrapped up
Inside a song
The power of
Love never wrong.

After the loving
Two become one
Loving you is
Wholesome fun.

Come up and see me
And cry me a river
I Keep on loving you
I’m all a dither

In my love shack
We lust for life
Oh pretty woman
Became my wife.

Had a life of Riley
With my wild one
My Sharona
My wholesome one

Waking up were we belong
My life wrapped up in a song.
At the end of a beautiful day
Me and sharona will fade away.

Sweet child of mine
Heartless of note
I took a knife
And slit his throat.

Sweet child of mine
Not much fun
Blew her brains out
With my gun.

Psychosis got the
Best of me
Horrible horror
Will not let
Me free.

I really did not
Commit this crime
I do believe it time
To time.

My son and daughter
Are alive today
I wish this psychosis
Would fade away.

I’m writing this from
My white washed cell
Please forgive me as
I’m not well.

Well my hands are currently
free  and writing rhymes
Thoughts are playing
Out my next crime.

Vampires and ghouls
They seemed so cool
They took me for a
Simple fool,
They made a mistake
To let me in
This is where the
Story begins,
See I was evil my
Blood was not red
I needed to feed
From the walking dead.
Vampires and ghouls
They are lovely prey
They let me in now
Can’t get away
For a simple fool
The dead do now
Cower to me
All this evil makes me
Free

Broken bluebells
Enemy lines
Poppy pastures
Nature cries
Foxes and crows
**** to survive
If this don’t happen
There young will die.
Bird of prey
Eyes something to eat
Natures menu
Death it will meet.
Animals  and poppies
Make deadly mistakes
Can warring factions
Possibly live around
The lake.
Bluebells grow
And wither away
Fox and the crow
To live another day
Bird of prey
Will wing the sun
It’s all been around
Since time begun.

I have a flaw
Loving I’m not
Born twisted
A bad shot.

A closed door
Un sung song
Born twisted
Oh so wrong.

Mother crow
Father a ****
Liability me
Fancy that.

Never to be old
So ****** cold
Sickly of heart
Blackened lung
I was destined
To die so young

I did die
No tears were shed
So all my flaws
We’re put to bed.

Into the grave
I was put
I was unhinged door
Finally shut.