Apr 2017
As I sit up here, my pleasures equine
I look up
to see the face of the moon so divine
as I sit up here
balancing on the tip of this pine
I think
oh ****, why does this poem rhyme!
I look up
to see the face of the moon so divine
as I sit up here
balancing on the tip of this pine
I think
oh ****, why does this poem rhyme!
If you know me well, you know that I hate to rhyme poems and/or read ones that rhyme.
