Good Morning, World. I don’t have much to say.
Just want to get a quick rhyme off my chest.
Ham-handed, nerves of steel and feet of clay,
And not afraid to give my second-best.
Good Morning, World. One sonnet, over easy
For breakfast. Save the sermon for my lunch.
I like my Bacon crispy, helping me see
How simple words will do me in a crunch.
Good Morning, World. Five sonnets in two days
So far, but this day isn’t over yet.
Obsessive manic poesy he plays
Off-key, and in public! But still I bet
Soon enough, he’s ending this obsession.
Later, sending ego to confession.