Poetic license

Mumbo Jumbo
thumbo trumbo
rhumo Dumbo

Muddled brain wakes up and differentiates
Tries to communicate
from it's altered state
Great. No date.
So I wait.
What is fate?
I haven't written a poem that rhymed since someones birthdate.
It feels great.
No anticipate.
Just fate, bait, wait, little man Tate, trait.
No dip-thong,
no perimeters
diameters
nothing.
Just this rhymes with this and this too.
Blue rhymes with shoe.
There are easier ways to arrive at a poem than reaching into my esophagus and yanking.
I can just bam bam bam.
Caviar sounds like spam.
When you eat toast, don't forget the jam.

Comments

[Gabe]

yay!