Will Someone Take a Bite of My Tasty Poem?

There once was a poet named ...

There once was a poet named Mike His verses, fear they did strike When nobody came He took all the blame And readers, they all took a hike

He thought himself clever as hell Bustin’ a rhyme, oh so well He is no Will Hull Burg’s full o’ some bull I am sure all you out there can tell

Then there is Ann Marie Steele Her verses, they always appeal We fell out of touch I like her so much She flies through the air with such zeal

And on to the Jupiter Grant She claims that she can but she can’t Publish a poem That is kinda ho hum Or prose that won’t make you pant

Just reaching out to some peeps I’ve not heard from in a while.

Please consider doing the same with some of your long lost friends and see what happens.