Poetry (A Tentative Assertion)

Poetry
(a tentative assertion)

Roses are red...
Violets are blue...
this isn't poetry,
I'll show you.

I know poetry,
like the back of my hand;
It's very poetic,
and also very bland.

Listen to me,
 I'll show you the way,
Because according to some professional experts,
I know what to say.

Rainbows

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys, girls, and all those in between.
Pay attentive attention for this is a poem,
that'll you wish you had seen.
For it goes something like this,
dude.

This is the poem that I wrote,
It's a very good one;
Just ask my dad,
he's a lawyer.

Unicorns.

First I use  lots of words,
all kinds
like the species of birds
this can take some time.

Oh Love, why dost thou beseech me
when I needest thine presence hither most,
and leave me to wallow in mine own transgressions,
wallow I say, Wallow!

Then with these words hither I rhyme,
all these words mine I shalt use,
always!
All the words, no less no more.

Finches.

Finally after a long day,
of lots of word play,
I end it...
























































Thus.