Following the advice I gave someone else today, I wrote some bad poetry.
For My Friend (You Know Who You Are)
This poem on the letter A
was written just for you today
with couplets rhymed
and metered lines
(plus this odd bit that just sticks out)
Bullwinkle reads it in my mind
with nasal voice and slanted rhyme
a little lame
but all the same
the thought’s the thing that really counts.
The Daily Compost 