POEM?

One Thin Dime — My Limerick’s Earnings

I f$#king love it!

When I started writing the poem below, my rude limerick — about rude readers who clap only once — had earned a dime.

I was delighted.

It seemed just; a paucity of $ for a “poem” about a paucity of applause.

Here’s the rude limerick

There is no crime in a rhyme

But it feels like it, this time

I would do it again though, and time after time

To earn, and keep, just one thin dime

I am no poet

And don’t I know it

This work, sure is shit

But keep going, and in a bit

You’ll be happy beyond all measure

This (c)rap is not one to treasure

Time I’ve got, too much of it leisure

It is kind of a sexual pleasure

This is not my usual stew

But today my muse said “to be is to do”

So sorry about this stinky poo

Done now? Scrap it off your shoe

Let’s see if this bad boy earns a dime too.