I'm going to write a poem
And try to make it rhyme...
I lock all the doors and the windows I latch
You might be cunning but your prowess I match...
I wrote 9 poems in the bath last night,
Every stanza...
My wife got this invitation.
Said we needed a vacation...
The name’s Benjamin Jacob Grimm,
An’ I’m from Yancy Street...
I heard my wife cry out in fright,
As I rushed to her aid...
Sir Bertram was a skittish knight,
Quite often prone to fits of fright...
“Mr. Crowley, I bring some news!
The Winchester’s are dead...
So why did the turtle cross the road
Umm…. To get to the shell station...
What’s your problem?
My past.. it seems to follow me around...
Flat bread, oh how we love you
So versatile, so fun to chew...
In the depths of my mind,
A poem I wish to find...