To all the poets on this site..
try and keep up with now...
WHAT IS A WOMAN?
Is there a simple answer like; she walks, talks...
We shave our legs
we never have a wet dream...
Strutting your stuff as you go on your way,
At first glance people call you gay...
There once was a soldier so odd
He stood in front of a firing squad...
This cubicle in which I sit
And waste away my day...
Rubber necking at
girls in their summer clothing...
There once was a girl called Dicey,
Who spent her time getting slicey...
Five "Tea"s do I count,
but "Coffee"s only three...
WHAT IS A RHYME?
It’s not a lemon or a lime, it loves to be in...
What a funny place to be
I'm afraid its really is not for me...
If I had a Ray Gun,
I wouldn't set it for stun...