A Poem By Jo
I am at a funky website I do not think my head is alright I think I should have stayed in bed And now there are things talking in my head
I found this site by the fault of Merry And now my head is very unmerry This poem I would like to dedicate To her and now me she will hate
I cannot write a poem that rhymes very well My head, now, is starting to swell Any time now I think it will pop So this poem will have to stop
But I am getting in the swing of things And hopefully much money this will bring Then I will be like that old mate What's his name, oh yeah, Bill Gates
This poem took a lot of time And it was very hard to rhyme Thank you for reading this The best wishes I wish