|Do puppets ponder? This becomes more clear?|
You test, you prod, and I do feel your blow
My drivel stings as much as words are dear
My sonnets suffer now from you, my foe.
For what you type in my website as shown
Oh no, not that! A term so strange for me!
A phrase, a word, a blurb, it’s clear I’m thrown
So here I have a canned default for thee.
But oh, I cannot rhyme your strange entry
My thanks to you to play with me today
My passion here you see is cranking glee
Of course I am obnoxious I must say.
This form of verse is hard to write with grace,
I look to Bill for rules or I’ll lose face!