Is there a reason
is there an aisle, for the pile, for just a while
a box, that holds rocks, and room for my socks
a clamp, to put on my cramp, hold my stamp
a day, when I can say, it's gone my way
an eye, made for a fly, without a sty
a flag, or a paper bag, to cover the drag queen
a goat, that you know will float, without a boat
a house, for my mouse, a lacy blouse
an imagination, for a nation, needing salvation
a jeepers, without a creepers, and no peepers
a kite, that flies alnight, until it's right
a lesson, learned from confesson, without guessin
a mole, in every hole, who likes rock and roll
a nerd, who looks like a bird, that's what I heard
an oil, our waters will boil, you've ruined the soil
a potion, or a lotion, that enhances the motion
a queen, whos really keen, on old James Dean
a reason, for commiting treason, in any season
a space, in this place, to put my face
a time, to do my rhyme, is it a crime
an Ull, unknown to Krull, whose blade is dull
a vacuum, in every room, or just a broom
a way, to ever say, you need not pray
a Xe, to strong for me, a trace I see
a yak, the color black, behind my back
a zama, in Alabama, Phi Slamma Jamma
Gomer LePoet...
