Poetic Licence
I've got Poetic Licence
Applied the other day
I took a little test you see
They said I was OK.
With this Poetic Licence
I now talk just in verse
But sometimes when out shopping
It feels like quite a curse.
Where some would say
'Tomatoes'
I find myself in rhyme
I ask for things at length you see
It sure eats up the time.
Not 'tomatoes' do I ask for
Nor a kilo and a half
I come out with some poem
I do get lots of laughs.
The other day was dreadful
I wanted some roast duck
But try and try as I might do
The rhyme came quite unstuck
The only word that came to me
Was really very rude
It rhymed with duck quite well you know
But didn't fit with food.
I stumbled and I stumbled
Said 'errrr' a hundred times
And ended up with sausages
For the 57th time.
'Why sausages? '
I hear you ask
It doesn't rhyme with much
But I've got into a habit that simplifies my task
I just say to the butcher
'Do you think I am a bore?
Can I have the very same
That I bought here before? '
Each day it's getting worse and worse
You see I like my beer
But try and try as I might do
It only rhymes with 'queer'.
I've given up on sandwiches
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poem by David Keig
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