The days of limericks
gone with the tide
thought as old fashioned
were they too hard to rhyme
or maybe thought childish
no longer taught in the schools
i hope we're not raising
a generation of fools
even old timers
seem to leave them alone
setting rhyme up with meter
is a skill that they hone
if we'd just write a few
and sharpen our mind
I think a lot of great poetry
is what we would find

Rage engulfs me
like flame unto wood
here I stand, again
alone and misunderstood

If I could leave
I suppose I would
To live my life
the way I should

But the flames have burnt me
so brutally bad
that I can hardly walk
and seldom stand

Hopeless as a bird
with an ankle band
But I know
you just don't understand